There is nothing left to say
it's just the same people, in same places
judging every move I make
and I've spent those days
bleeding my heart dry for everyone
welcoming those who will only destroy me
how was any of this worth it?
now I'm just worrying my self sick with self doubt
losing precious hours of flame
there is nothing left to prove
people come and go,
turn their backs,
follow dreams
and run their fences
and I gave it all to the road
so my innocence is a guarantee
only my broken heart will be set free
how was any of this worth it?
now I'm just worrying my self sick with self doubt
losing precious hours of flame
so long...
there is nothing left to say
it's just the same people, in same places
judging every move I make
move I make
you're judging every move I make
and I would do this all again

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