Lyrics

Lit a fire from inside my heart Moving slow through the hardest part These things take time These things take lives Second-guessing the job we've chosen Cashing out before accounts are frozen Holding on, holding up, holding out for someone else's dreams Shooting up from the silver spoon Selling out in an empty room These things take time These things take lives Waking up with the Sunday scaries Counting chickens with the wayward fairies Growing up, growing in, growing out of a momentary phase The merit dies, the spirit stays You think you saw me? I'm already gone You think you own me? I'm already bought You cannot muster the words to impress them You cannot muffle the cursed expression You lost it all but at least you're happy now
Writer(s): Kevin Christopher Wittmaack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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