You go cut your path and I'll go my own way
We will weather storms by ourselves and thats ok
Cuz even though you're here I still feel all alone
In my self inflicted high I wonder how I'll die
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Although I try to
Mute the critic in my head
He never seems to gets the hint
I wish that he would just drop dead!
Like the patron of the party
Who thinks that he's well liked
So he talks over the shy girl
With stupid questions through the night, like...
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
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You go cut your path and I'll go my own way
We will weather storms by ourselves and thats ok
Cuz even though you're here I still feel all alone
In my self inflicted high I wonder how I'll die
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Although I try to
Mute the critic in my head
He never seems to gets the hint
I wish that he would just drop dead!
Like the patron of the party
Who thinks that he's well liked
So he talks over the shy girl
With stupid questions through the night, like...
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
We will weather storms by ourselves and thats ok
Cuz even though you're here I still feel all alone
In my self inflicted high I wonder how I'll die
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Although I try to
Mute the critic in my head
He never seems to gets the hint
I wish that he would just drop dead!
Like the patron of the party
Who thinks that he's well liked
So he talks over the shy girl
With stupid questions through the night, like...
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Will I be granted grace into heavens afterlife
I really cannot tell and it makes wonder why
All the people care about are everyones affairs
I can recognize your virtue is a lie
Writer: Kyle Buckley
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