Well I won't say I'm great but I'm good at pretending.
You pointed and laughed while my life was ending.
Now I'm dead inside with no hope of return,
to the man I once was, coming into this world
Well, I'm learning to cope with my hopes and regrets,
this pain in my heart from this weight on my chest.
Now I'm leaving town and I wont soon forget.
All the memories we've shared, and all the people I've met.
Well you can't get something from nothing
It's like trying to bleed a stone.
Well we've got no home so lets hit the road and make this life our own.
Sing me a song of compassion, teach me how not to be afraid.
Because I hate feeling like I'm the last one, that still wears a true honest face.
I need you to show me a way out of here,
Because I can't find a path that's not covered in glass.
I know that it's out there but I've been left behind
Now my feet bleed and I beg for the grass.
Well you can't get something from nothing
It's like trying to bleed a stone.
Well we've got no home so lets hit the road and make this life our own.
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