A sense of worth A sense of same A sense of what is in your name Of what it means to let you down And pretend when you're around
Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down for the last time Surely show your rage
I'm sorry doesn't matter And it makes you mad And if it always stays the same Then you'll never see it I'm sorry doesn't help it And it turns you away You know there's something there And it's tearing away at
The part that kills your faith The part that kills your faith
A sense of worth A sense of same A sense of what is in your name Of what it means to let you down And pretend when you're around
Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down for the last time Surely show your rage Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down
I'm sorry doesn't matter And it makes you mad And if it always stays the same Then you never see it I'm sorry doesn't help it And it turns you away You know there's something there And it's tearing away at
The part that kills your faith The part that kills your faith
A sense of worth A sense of same A sense of what is in your name Of what it means to let you down And pretend when you're around
Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down for the last time Surely show your rage
Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down for the last time Surely show your rage Lay it down for the last time And then turn away Lay it down
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