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As I reel in the years I realize There's no heroes no evil or good guys Some live in poverty, fighting disease While others have too much to eat Choices can be tough Sometimes lines get blurred too much We're just searching for some perfect form of us We're just waiting Sick of waiting We're just Waiting for a way to make ourselves whole Aimless hope Takes its toll Till we're tired, bored, and alone Feels like damage is all we can ever control Trying to cope With the weight of an atrophied soul It never works that way Let's try not to learn it too late Locked in this snapshot of us Hoping that lock gathers rust But the rains only falling outside Of our sheltered times My my Gray hazy light Flooding from masses Will fate us to fight It's hard to move past All these feelings of spite For left and for right I fear for when day turns to night We've been jaded Filled with hatred Saturated Sick of waiting Waiting for a way to make ourselves whole Aimless hope Takes its toll Till we're tired, bored, and alone Feels like damage is all we can ever control Trying to cope With the weight of an atrophied soul It never works that way Let's try not to learn it too late
Writer(s): Jaron Bryce Takach, Derek James Roth Long, Jonathan Robert Averbook, Timothy David Greer, Rashawn Preston Mclean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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