A sense of worth
A sense of same
A sense of what is in your name
Of what it means to let you down
And pretend when you're around Lay it down for the last time
And then turn away
Lay it down for the last time
Surely show your rage I'm sorry doesn't matter
And if it always stays the same
And it makes you mad
I'm sorry doesn't help it
And it turns you away
Then you'll never see it
You know there's something there
And it's tearing away at The part that kills your faith
The part that kills your faith A sense of worth
A sense of same
A sense of what is in your name
And pretend when you're around
Of what it means to let you down Lay it down for the last time
And then turn away
Lay it down for the last time
Surely show your rage
And then turn away
Lay it down
Lay it down for the last time I'm sorry doesn't matter
And it makes you mad
And if it always stays the same
Then you never see it
I'm sorry doesn't help it And it turns you away
You know there's something there
The part that kills your faith
And it's tearing away at
The part that kills your faith
A sense of worth A sense of same
A sense of what is in your name
Of what it means to let you down
And pretend when you're around Lay it down for the last time
Lay it down for the last time
And then turn away
Surely show your rage Lay it down for the last time
And then turn away
Lay it down for the last time
Surely show your rage
And then turn away
Lay it down for the last time
Lay it down.
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