The Monster At The End Of This Book - The Endless Campaign Of Self-Righteous Insecurities

It feels so real
Everyone knows what's right
So we fight it tooth and nail

We can't fail
Except that we damn well might
And the odds don't seem ideal

Let's hold hands
And watch as it's set on fire
While making future plans

It feels so real
It feels so real
But it's too late now

What's left when we're nowhere?
Make sure that we never just fade away
But you can't save me

There's hope for us somewhere
But we'll all need a way
To pay
To play
We'll say
Make sure we don't fade away
But you won't save me

It's not fair
But when the thunder's gone
The rain is on its way

We don't care
Except that we know we should
So we yell into thin air

Let's play dead
Maybe the threat will pass
And kill someone else instead

It feels so real
It feels so real
But it's too late now

What's left when we're nowhere?
Make sure that we never just fade away
But you can't save me

There's hope for us somewhere
But we'll all need a way
To pay
To play
We'll say
Make sure we don't fade away
But you won't save me

Written by:
Gabriel Lewis

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