(no subject)
Don't you hate it how they're all just stealing the scene
When you're pushed aside for lies and you cannot believe
Could this be what you've been working towards?
Hate what you adore.
The more you hold onto the past
Means the more it holds you back
But I just hate the way they say
You'll never get there
Sometimes I try to dream about the impossible but it seems
You're always there, holding me down, you have no name, but your voice is found
When you're pushed aside for lies and you cannot believe
Could this be what you've been working towards?
Hate what you adore.
The more you hold onto the past
Means the more it holds you back
But I just hate the way they say
You'll never get there
Sometimes I try to dream about the impossible but it seems
You're always there, holding me down, you have no name, but your voice is found