LYRIC FOR SALE

By Steffan Ort

Verse 1
We could say it's not fair
The pain that you've been through
You could say it's not fair...

Verse 2
We could say in my head
I don't think that dragged you too
You could say in this loneliness
The numbness began somehow

Hook
Get... Everything
What's that? When you're sincere?
Paid my debt to you
When I can, I run it to...

But I've been close to dawn
And suffocation makes me risk it
Fall of men, sin in the dark
Believing light, so far out of reach
You were not alone

Verse 3
You'il face another trails
Another failiure of the con
I'Il keep saying;
"please believe one day, You'Il get throught it"

Hook
You said enough;
Enough...
You can't compare what I've been through
Enough...
Enough...
You're not in a place to be a saint
Ohhh...

Bridge
I've been livin' in hell
That you've been makin' it
I've been livin' in torn
But you keep sinkin' in the hole
Oh, it's been hurt
It's been hurt
It's been long

Oh, now you say, “Pray will wash away”
Fair is a fancy term

Outro
Tell me how to pretend, nobody cares
Tell me how to say his name without restraint
Tell me how to heal from your sorry
How to livin real?
Tell me...
How we're pouring insults, letting it all burn within