Like a candle in daylight Just a useless burning And a lost light. Like a finger on a dying pulse I can feel you drift To the vanishing point. Why am i prioritising this When no one fucking else is? Carrying the deadweight To places they can't appreciate. More fool me For taking this seriously When the jokers always win When to be a lucky moron is all it takes to succeed We are one group divided Into two categories: Those who work to make things happen And those who are leeching off the back of them. And i am trying not to be jaded I am trying to hold onto hope But every little step of progress Gets destroyed in a single moment. And had i not invested so much energy and heart Then i wouldn't be so bitter And i wouldn't be so hurt. And had i not have loved this While you could merely flirt Then i wouldn't have cared when it died And i wouldn't be wishing it worked.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
