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Jaded broken beating my fist into the wall

as paper thin rhythms echo through the hall

I’ve been thinking about blue skies and the ocean 

and how they stay the same

theres constants all around us just so we can go and change

I know i sound lost but I would die for my cause 

there’s nothing left to feel

when you’re not even here half of the time 

so what makes you think you have the right

to tell me how i should feel, or how to decide what to do with my life

so if you hate me let me know, and if im wrong than let me go

im tired of the wait, say what your gonna say,

give me the truth or ill give it to you 

I’ve been feeling less defeated every time i hear my name

you say that you still love me, it just don’t sound the same 

I’ve been picking up pieces from the battle that tore us both apart

putting myself back together, with pride in every scar

Now who’s the one that sounds lost, and wouldn’t die for our cause

I guess there’s nothing left thats real

when you’re not even here half of the time 

so what makes you think you have the right

to tell me how i should feel, or how to decide what to do with my life

so if you hate me let me know, and if im wrong than let me go

im not gonna wait to hear what you’ll say

i know the truth