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Lyrics: Carrier (The). Blind To What Is Right. Hollow Pain.


Another song with no soul, another word with no home, another scream with no voice And all that we've ever had was really just nothing that we wished it were We'll say we stay on this same path, and say we can play the same actors In same sad shows of how were still searching for a way to have it all Dance the night away to the same songs I'm always apologizing when I've done nothing wrong I'm always apologizing when I've done nothing wrong But what is life and love without hurt and pain? What is another sad song without sad words to sing? So lets give this a little meaning, because there's a few things I've been thinking And there's a few people who aren't who they think they are Perfection is something you think you've obtained, and I hope you make it through the rest of today without drowning yourself with someone's hollow pain You've never known real sacrifice, you'll understand true pain, as I'm still fucked up from last night's attempt to forget everything Years spent building the tallest walls just to keep myself locked in It will never matter anyway I'll never care about anything As much as you care about yourself, as much as you love yourself In your mind, the world spins around you, while you keep laughing to yourself You only love yourself I'm growing up just to get there to find and out that it's just what I thought it would be I'll keep loving, I'll keep living, while you only love yourself