The New Oblivion - Sore Lyrics

My feet are sore, from chasing many dreams in life that I wish to behold,
So bad it hurts, I thought that you should listen to me but I chose to ignore
And I'm sure, It could get much worse
Yeah, it could get much worse

And we, gather as it burns
Fall into you mind and take me back to where you were before,
How could I be the one, to rip into your mind
And leaved you ripped and torn
And I'm sure that it hurts
But I've been taken one too many times than its worth and I'm sore.

I will fall into my line I'm sure
Before, this life has taken everything, that I am to endure
And I'm sure
It could get much worse
Yeah, it could get much worse

And we, gather as it burns
Fall into you mind and take me back to where you were before
How could I be the one, to rip into your mind
And leaved you ripped and torn
And I'm sure that it hurts
But I've been taken one too many times than its worth and I'm sore

Just hold on
Hold on
Hold on