Sentimental obligations
Sentimental obligations
Supernatural expectations
Story of a life untold
Diaries of a wondering soul
We are what we’ve become
We’re just standing up, we’re not standing strong
We’re endlessly obsessed with something
hopelessly fulfilled by nothing
We are the products of our lipstick, our mascara
We’re the children of the space we take up
Hidden underneath our makeup
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But inside
we’re just flesh and bone
We’re just human beings
What have we become?
Show me the grasp to hold on
Give me some ground to stand on
For now I will forsake
my troubled mind and my quick demise
Hesitation brings me back to earth
Running from the truth we seek
till blisters break upon our feet
But then one day it catches up
we break it down, we shut it up
Reaping hurt from pain we sowed
our destinies were long foretold
But we chose to be the truth’s disguise
no fire leaves, no ash to rise
CHORUS
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