Its difficult for me to get a grip on what you mean
When you stick your fingers in your ear and create another scene
You always step into the traps set perfect in your path
Busy going crazy over whose knifes in your back
Di have inside your blackest stare
The one thats saving do you date
Screaming that youre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whos split between the bearns
It doesnt seem to matter
Its nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Its nothing
Best friend I never had
Play me to the point of pushing me too far away
I can only say whatever, ambivalent to your game
You can pretend to the mirror, its the lie you tell yourself
And I wont walk on eggshells thats a dance for someone else
Di have inside your blackest stare
The one thats saying do you dare
Screaming that youre scared
You the tallest soul
With the shortest self-esteem
Painted as the victim
Whos split between the bearns
It doesnt seem to matter
Its nothing
Dead a dream is dying
Its nothing
Best friend I never had
Main Solo : Charlie
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Anthrax
Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind :: Anthrax