I've worked so hard trying to find my place
You f*cked it up, threw it right in my face
I took it on, saying it's just a phase
But it's a slow bleed
When you think you know what's best for me
A soul drain
And it's eating all what's left of me
July came in and ripped me from my home
Like a hurricane wind, forced to go where I was blown
Saying goodbye old fried is like swimming with a stone while I
Slow bleed, slow bleed
When you think you know what's best for me
A soul drain
And it's eating all what's left of me
How rewarding is it to be a small part of something different
And nurture it, growing to a movement?
Then be torn away by the architect's ambivalence
Behind those rose tinted shades in front of cold, wool eyelids
Along came dawn, I didn't catch a wink last night
All hope is gone of gaining true insight
I'm just a pawn with a spear in his side for a
Slow bleed, a slow bleed
When you think you know what's best for me
A soul drain
And it's eating all what's left of me