Your own way
I hate the way it looks inside of me
Do you want to believe the things that I believe?
Do you want to see the things that I have seen?
Slowly melting, so there’s nothing to be seen
CHORUS:
You went astray, now you’ve got to pay
the price of selfishness
That feeling of being in control, being number one
will burn you from the inside like the sun
You dream of money, you dream of fame
while your life is sadly fading away
You played your cards the way you wanted
but now it’s time to fold
After all, nothing’s yours, it’s all been sold
CHORUS
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