Lyrics
Awful things
Awful things have
Their own beauty
Their own beauty
Maybe I'm heartless
Like I just don't care
I'm shattering bones with microphones
And you back down
Because you're scared
But me?
My visions impaired
There's no need to run
And there's no more fear
But now we're at the end of the story
Yet I've never have more to say
You tried to make everyone hate me
But I'm standin' here today
And everything that you said
It didn't mean a thing
This is me leaving
And this is you dying
It's all about the profit
And it's all about the schemes
And I'm just tryna make a living
Out of nothing but some dreams
And I'm so sorry
I just can't leave out this way
But I'll only let you down
If you're expecting me to stay
I can feel it in my soul
There's a part of me that
You tried to take and run
But I made a scene, ay?
How could you be so fake?
Yeah
Oh, talk about something that matters
Something, something that battles
The emotions and notions everybody's after
The hell with all your gimmicks
I'll give you a minute to
Let it all go
I'll be in your background
I'll be singing so loud
All the fame you've ever wanted
Crumbled by your ego
It's all about the profit
And it's all about the schemes
And I'm just tryna make a living
Out of nothing but some dreams
And I'm so sorry
I just can't leave out this way
But I'll only let you down
If you're expecting me to stay
Written by: Harley David Graves, Ian Taylor Marchionda, Joshua Carl Kikta, Micheal David Sawyer

