The feeling's like mold
Growing under the sink
Your heart begings to fold
In on itself
Left out in the cold
Shivering, muttering words
Like your too old
& much too late
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Wish they would have told
You what is would have been like
But you were sold
Out for a price
Before you were born
Your father dealt with this himself
Your mother did too
But forgot to help
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
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The feeling's like mold
Growing under the sink
Your heart begings to fold
In on itself
Left out in the cold
Shivering, muttering words
Like your too old
& much too late
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Wish they would have told
You what is would have been like
But you were sold
Out for a price
Before you were born
Your father dealt with this himself
Your mother did too
But forgot to help
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Growing under the sink
Your heart begings to fold
In on itself
Left out in the cold
Shivering, muttering words
Like your too old
& much too late
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Wish they would have told
You what is would have been like
But you were sold
Out for a price
Before you were born
Your father dealt with this himself
Your mother did too
But forgot to help
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
Who could want more?
When sitting the sidelines
You tread on a fine line
Between the gutter and floor
When wasting the finite
Your lusting for limelight
& rotting away at your core
When your brain is rusting
& lacking your trusting
Your beaten and broken and sore
When your life is fleeting
You begin retreating
Lying to yourself is a chore
Who could want more?
Writer: DYLAN GANO
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid