9.Worse For The Wear
Lyricist：Matthew Patrick Pryor
All my life I've been waiting
It gets older, it's over me
I'd speak but it fails me
So the dike in the damn stops the leak
Maybe it's me and I'm venting
Venting
I find your speech motivating
Watching life pass you by on the screen
Just flicker and fading
With a plot like you wouldn't believe
Maybe I don't know the ending
Ending
Someone ruined my daydream
Aren't you spoiled enough as it is？
Whatever you're saying
Won't bring anyone closer to this
I know you're sick
I wish you were healing
But you're worse for the wear
We keep tearing the seams we repaired
If we all had the call to be fair
We wouldn't be standing here
Standing here
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