No time to register the words you say,
As I am stepping over you,
And it's a sad state of affairs
Don't even pretend we're not aware, and turned cold...
Walk Away
Untouched
I can't relate to anyone
I try to be, a humble man, a better son, a better friend
But life gets in the way
No time to register, the shame I feel
As I try not to notice you
And it's a sad state of affairs,
To ignore this wrongness everywhere
Turned cold...
Walk Away
Untouched
I can't relate to anyone
I try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend
But life gets in the way
It's the way, we silence our senses
A way, to smother the impulses
Suffocate the senses
Suffocate the impulse
We bury pain and tramp the dirt down
Walk Away
Untouched
I can't relate to anyone
I try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend
But life gets in the way
I try to be a humble man, a better son, a better friend,
But life gets in the way....the way...
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