The Color Morale - Hold On Pain Ends Album Lyrics

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Damnaged

You did well, devil.

Family life.
It's like puzzle pieces disconnected.
Pictures frames will never find.
This broken home my demons still reside.
You would think we could have lived together with all this hell inside.

Mother, I just needed you to know.
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
I am a lonely soul, a kid flying his kite alone.
Or am I just a head in the clouds, welcoming wind every time there's a storm?

Where do I go now?
I grew up in a house God built with the devils blueprints with no foundation found.
I went to hell to have some words with the devil about what he did, but it was empty.
Everyone moved out.

Mother, I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks inside our broken home.
And father, I needed you the most
But I'm still a kid in aging skin, a hypocrite trying to grow.

Every time I try
To bury the wreckage of that old house in my mind.
I see the same crow on the power line.
He could have flown to any other home,
But he'll never stop chasing mine.
He'll never stop chasing mine.

It's a strange kind of comfort
Learning to always love
The cracks inside broken homes.

Mother, I just needed you to know
Something good grew out from all of the cracks in our broken home.
And father, I needed you the most,
But I'm still a kid in aging skin, and I will always love you both.

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Outer Demons

We'll all stop singing songs
And start singing out our pain instead
I hope one day to bury the past so deep
My ghost can't find it

Is this you being yourself or
Acting on part to please someone else
Take a look at your health
Take a look in someone else's eyes
But don't deface yourself

Go on, try to delete me
Deceive me, you can't
I will destroy you
That demon inside before it destroys everything

At some point
You'll have to make a few decisions
Boundaries don't keep anybody out
They only fence us in
I've got myself and no one else
Our demons are made from a past
But we leave them a home in hell

I've got myself and no one else
And I am just fine with this
I've got myself and no one else
But I'm not okay, who am I kidding?

Is this you being yourself or
Acting on part to please someone else
Take a look at your health
Take a look in someone else's eyes
But don't deface yourself

Go on, try to delete me
Deceive me, you can't
I will destroy you
That demon inside before it destroys everything

I will destroy you
Leave now
While you still have the legs to take you

Go on, try to delete me
Deceive me, you can't
I will destroy you
That demon inside before it destroys me

Maybe I don't need to
Find a demon that plays well with mine
Maybe I need to let go
Of the hell I keep raising inside on my own
On my own

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Prey For Me

When you are changing the life you know,
this can be oh so hard to face.
But what's worse is regret that one day you'll wake up.
Pretending to love someone before you love yourself.

When will our hearts be free?
Because our ribs are cages.

Where do I belong when everything I've loved has come and gone?
Where do I belong when even my own shadow leaves me when darkness comes?

There's got to be a crack in everything.
Otherwise, a light could never find it's way in.

Years of love are lost in the hatred of a moment.
You'll never know what it's worth until it's a memory, so you should own it.
One person's insecurity can become a reality
for someone else when we use each other to find love in ourselves.

When will our hearts be free?
Because our ribs are cages.

Where do I belong when everything I've loved has come and gone?
Where do I belong when even my own shadow leaves me when darkness comes?

When will our hearts be free?
cause our ribs are cages.

Where do I belong when everything I've loved has come and gone?
Where do I belong when even my own shadow leaves me when darkness comes?
When darkness comes, when darkness comes, what do I need?

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Lifeline (Left To Write)

Without our ups and downs,
We're all just living dead.
I put my pulse on paper
Because I want out from inside of my head.

Don't write yourself off.
Say what you think and mean what you say,
Unless you're OK living life
with a pulse that's flatlining.

I guess we only get a chance
To write our stories once.
We need to look back and say
that one time was plenty enough.

Are we confusing our heart with our mind?
Are they on the same page or did
we write one off and push the other behind?

Take me anywhere but here,
Away from these insecurities I fear.
Take me anywhere but here,
Just make sure if you are the one that will have me,
You know just what you're taking.

You know you had a darkness inside,
Floor to sky, left to write.
It was on the record we made last time.

And any writer writes afraid of the next line,
To put down on paper the things
he's tried to erase in his mind.

And I am no longer afraid of mine,
A writer that found a reason for the pain inside.
A word is dead when it's said, some say.
I say it just began to live that day.

I said it once I'll say it again.
Maybe you weren't listening.
I said it once I'll say it again.
To live backwards isn't evil, it's rewriting.

Take me anywhere but here,
Away from these insecurities I fear.
Take me anywhere but here,
Just make sure if you are the one that will have me,
You know just what you're taking.

I said it once
I'll say it again.
I said it once
I'll say it again.
Are you listening?
Are you listening?
The best stories are written
when they're spent rewriting

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Scar Issue

Today feels like it might be the wrong day for me to die.
I've been spending too much time believing in self-created lies
And words are just words, until they're put in to work.
And I'm standing so firm in this, firm in this.

Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.

I can only hold up half the sky at one time
and I got through today so I could help you sleep at night.

I feel a tired in my eyes trying to find the sunrise
and I'm learning that life is getting through the night.

Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.

I understand you.
A track record of track marks,
a small collection of stories
that never get told again.
I understand you.
Take pride in all the marks upon your soul.
Oh, they should show you
you've been through a hell of a life alone.

Leave a mark upon the world, not across your arms,
a mark upon the world too beautiful for scars.

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Suicide;Stigma

So much heart, so much time, but not enough.
Self-inflicted pain can come and
Remain in the fear inside of all of us,
Desperately and endlessly
Trying to find a means to some kind of peace.
We can't learn when things come easy.
Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means to
Preserving peace for each and everyone.
The chances of you even being born
Were forty million to one.
There's two parts of the statistic;
I want you to live.
Suicide doesn't end the pain,
it passes to the ones you love and remains.
Take yourself out of the equation
And the problem stays.
When I speak such a word,
Are you uneasy with how it's heard?
The stigma will never leave
Unless all of us can just start talking.
The only people I know resting in peace
Without fear or anxiety are the deceased.
That's why they say "may the dead rest in peace."
The things we feel we could never change,
Can end up changing everything.
Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means to
Preserving peace for each and everyone.
The chances of you even being born
Were forty million to one.
There's two parts of the statistic
And I want you to live through one.
Sometimes to win a battle inside, you need to start a war.
Sometimes to win a battle inside, you need to start a war.
Now that we are prepared for war,
We have an effective means to
Preserving peace for each and everyone.
The chances of you even being born
Were forty million to one.
There's two parts of the statistic
And I want you to live through one
I want you to live through one.
I want you to live through one.

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The Ones Forgotten By The One Forgetting

All these voices in my head.
I'll never know just what I'll feel,
let alone what will be said.
We all forget the things we say
but we never forget how we felt
when we let ourselves feel.
One head so many voices.
Maybe I'll spend my whole life licking wounds.
My tongue feels likes it's got two jobs
to twist and say shit I don't need to.
And to come between my stomach and my head,
separate, which one of you do I listen to?
Parts of me miss pieces of you.
Oh all these voices in my head.

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Developing Negative

I never knew exactly how this could feel.
Retelling stories from a movie life from reel to real.
You're still slowly developing and you'll die
if you're exposed to too much light at one time.
People like us have learned to feel at home
in the darkest corners of their minds.

What hurts me the most is hiding the scars across my body
and not knowing if they had a reason to close.
You and I know the price now its time to make change.
Listen decisions will need to be remade.

I told you sometimes days like these don't change.
I know you and I we have the same trouble keeping blood in our veins.

Addiction its not so much about us overcoming.
Sometimes maybe it's more about us just replacing.
Look you and I will always have this song
just like I know I had a reason to write it.
Its not just a breathless sing along.

I will relive this so that you'll never have to feel alone.
I will relive this when you're alone
I will be the voice inside of your headphones.

I told you sometimes days like these don't change.
I know you and I we have the same trouble keeping blood in our veins.

I know some days I wish I could just erase the past
but if I hide my wounds ashamed then you'd never know we're the same.
Let my darkness illuminate take my hand and let me light your way.
Just keep the blood inside your veins.

You and I know the price now its time to make change.
Listen decisions will need to be remade.

I told you sometimes days like these don't change.
I know you and I we have the same trouble keeping blood in our veins.

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Is Happiness A Mediocre Sin?

Am I defined by the hell you left me in
or the influence I make while living it?
Sometimes you find yourself stuck in the middle of nowhere,
but the middle of nowhere is where we find ourselves
and only time will tell how long we stay.

The hardest part about feeling
like life has fallen apart
is that feeling for some of us
hat it always will because it always does.

I see that things are getting bad again.
I'm not seeing you lately, you've been hiding.
Let's get lost together in a new direction.
We may not have it all together
but together we can have it all.
But we're still here and only time
will tell how long we stay.

The hardest part about feeling
like life has fallen apart
is that feeling for some of us
hat it always will because it always does.

You call it a demon.
I call it self sabotage in hiding.
You call it a demon.
Or is happiness a mediocre sin?

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Between You And Eye

And now I know there's a place in my mind I go.
Secluded, where my head is quick but my heart is slow.
I bottle things up for too long waiting on someone to find me.
I'm a message lost in a sinking sea.

We all want to be found and held so close
so all that we know that is broken falls back together.

No one is ever going to believe in yourself for you
and every false belief that you think is true was put inside of you.
Imperfection and not accepting who you are, I'm guilty too.
Your imperfections make you perfect to me.
Now learn to just stay you.

Everyone you know is fighting a battle of their own.
Now do unto yourself what your neighbors never show.
What a world we live in we're falling for everything and anyone but us.

You just want somebody to love the hell out of you
but you will never find that kind of love in someone before yourself.

We all want to be found and held so close
so all that we know that is broken falls back together.

No one is ever going to believe in yourself for you
and every false belief that you think is true was put inside of you.
Imperfection and not accepting who you are, I'm guilty too.
Your imperfections make you perfect to me.
Now learn to just stay you.

I understand you more than you think I do.
Stop looking up to me start looking up to you.
Imperfection and not accepting who you are, I'm guilty too.
Will you spend another day believing what the world wants you to?

No one is ever going to believe in yourself for you
and every false belief that you think is true was put inside of you.
Imperfection and not accepting who you are, I'm guilty too.
Your imperfections make you perfect to me.
Now learn to just stay you.
Learn to just stay you.

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Throw Your Roses

I can see your eyes looking up at me
to see if anyone is noticing.
No one has been there to listen
all the more reason to sing.
I promise this won't last forever.
I don't want to let you make that choice.
You don't need to abuse your arms but use your voice.

I know right now you think that no one is listening.
If we fall together, we'll live forever and never grow alone.

When I look out, I see a field of youth
and it is filled with doubt.
A field of flowers pulling their petals off way too soon.
One by one. Dropping like flies no one is speaking up.

I know right now you think that no one is listening.
If we fall together, we'll live forever and never grow alone.
You can grow out from decay
but what you do with your today
can resonate to everything, keep growing.

We've been pulled from the earth.
We know but we can still grow though.
We've both started to die and slow.
Why pick ourselves early?
We're dying here anyways.
Remember I can show you light,
but you will have to learn
how to grow on your own.
What is a rose with no thorn?

I know right now you think that no one is listening.
If we fall together, we'll live forever and never grow alone.

You can grow out from decay
but what you do with your today
can resonate to everything, keep growing.

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Hold On Pain Ends

And sometimes the most beautiful pain in life
is the kind you can't disguise or hide.
And the hard truth about life.
If I'm not allowed to give up on mine,
you are not allowed to not even try.

One day at a time you'll have to remake
the same decision as the one I made last night.

You and I have already started to die.
And now that I understand, why I've never felt quite so alive.
And I feel like I've sang about scars a hundred times
but for the record I've found the reason for mine.

And sometimes we need to find a reason
for the pain in our own lives.
Mine was you and I promise this song
is a place for the truth.
We can't keep hiding and hurting.
I know I've tried to.

One day at a time we just might have to remake
the decision every day for the rest of life.

You and I have already started to die.
And now that I understand, why I've never felt quite so alive.
And I feel like I've sang about scars a hundred times
but for the record I've found the reason for mine.

And for the record, I'm in California still writing one day at a time.
And for the record, I refuse to be ashamed of all my scars.
You and I are both the same.

We've already cheated death so many times.
If we're going to die, why not cheat it again tonight?

You and I have already started to die.
And now that I understand, why I've never felt quite so alive.
And I feel like I've sang about scars a hundred times
but for the record I've found the reason for mine.