BURN
TOM QUICK ALEX BITTLES GARY CONNOR
DAVIDE BOCCI (DRAKE)
The words they say, they cut you deep,
You're feeling down and beaten,
They take your sleep,
And tomorrow you dread it,
These games are getting old,
And nothing here numbs the pain,
Now there's only one more thing to try,
I hear you crying help me, help me
The way they broke you, while they cheated
Don't hide away, make them pay,
For the hell you bottled up,
We'll burn it,
Don't start running away from it,
They won't stop being the way they are,
There's nothing they can say,
We'll burn it down
If they don't know, what brought you here,
Then they will never see it,
You had no choice,
And tomorrow they'll feel it,
No way you're going on with all of this,
Staying the same.
Now for all the times you hit the ground,
You'll get them crying help me, help me
They'll be sorry, oh that is clear
Don't hide away, make them pay,
For the hell you bottled up,
We'll burn it,
Don't start running away from it,
They won't stop being the way they are,
Nothing they can say,
We'll burn it
For the beat down, out cast, kid at the start of it,
For the pushed down, held back, never a part of it,
For the silent victim taking the worst of it,
The scars of betrayal and there misunderstood,
You've been hunted by wolves, pushed to the limit,
You've been crying out for help,
Only I've been listening so
Don't hide away, make them pay,
For the hell you bottled up,
Don't start running away from it,
They won't stop being the way they are,
We'll burn it,
Don't start running away from it,
They won't stop being the way they are,
There's nothing they can say,
We'll burn it down
For the beat down, out cast, kid at the start of it,
For the pushed down, held back, never a part of it,
You've been crying out for help,
Only I've been listening so
TRACK WRITTEN BY: TOM QUICK
ALEX BITTLES GARY CONNOR