The Sorry, The Tired

Lyrics

Does the world know you're sick? While everything's fell into place You carry weight, on your chest While everyone spits in your face Nothing compares, nothing can glare Harder than your sins Nothing repairs the lonely affairs When you lay in your shit you never cared I walk along to see everyone above of me Is watching to observe if I would break out I lose my fickle mind because I know they're right Every time I'm so inclined to breakdown anyway Does the world notice everyone's so hurt And sick of piling all the dirt And nothing can ever make much sense Cause we're still in hell Rapport you've built up and lost within a day Cause they're all sick of the mistakes Your world is lost within their grasp You're still in hell The love is a weapon, they cut you You won't forget The martyrs, the sainted, the tired, they lost again