Lyrics
Came this far
All for what?
All for what?
Sinister
For what?
I'm just an afterthought
Dead memory
Hold my hand
I recognize the footwork to this haunted dance
I tripped up on the shot and lost my second chance
I'm sick of everybody
I'm sick without your body
I'm sick of everybody
For what?
I'm just an afterthought
Writer(s): Benjamin Nelson
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