You push it
You pull it
You ride it
You lose it
You pull it
You ride it
You lose it
You find a way to loss control
You find a way to look like a fool
’cause I know what it’s like to loss control
’cause I know there’s no one by my side
’cause I know what it’s like to loss control
There’s nothing left
There’s nothing here
‘Cause I know you won’t sit here by my side
‘Cause I know you’ve gone through this before
But now it’s here for me to see
I find no way…
The paths are gone
With darkness overrun
Nothing left for me to do, see, control…
‘Cause I know the truth within a soul
‘Cause I know I won’t find my own
Help me find a way…
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