Losing Grip

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I always told myself that I'm fine,
But truth be told I'm just a mess,
I'm always second best,
No good for anyone,

I always told myself don't give up,
To hold onto what you've got,
Never let it go,
But I think its time that I should let you go.

I don't think I can handle,
Another one of your pathetic lies again,
But you keep finding your way,
Back into the empty space you left.

My finger tips are holding onto whats left of this train wreck,
My broken bones are caving in on me,
I don't know what you expect of me,
Your words so empty, thoughtless, you are never happy,
Next time around I won't be a shell for you to crawl inside me.

Inside i'm broken, but I don't let it show,
I don't want to give you the satisfying gratitude,
That you could do this to me and still not feel guilty,
I'm already down, please stop kicking

My finger tips are holding onto whats left of this train wreck,
My broken bones are caving in on me,
I don't know what you expect of me,
Your words so empty, thoughtless, you are never happy,
Next time around I won't be a shell for you to crawl inside me.

I wish I could go back in time, back to when we first met,
I'd tell myself to give up, you were never worth my time,
Just another fuck up in my life, the part of me I left behind,
No matter how hard I try, you're always on my mind.

My finger tips are holding onto whats left of this train wreck,
My broken bones are caving in on me,
I don't know what you expect of me,
Your words so empty, thoughtless, you are never happy,
Next time around I won't be a shell for you to crawl inside me.

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from All It's Worth, released November 11, 2014

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