艺人:August Burns Red
专辑:Messengers
作词:August Burns Red
Shake it off. Pick your- self up, they say. Your life fell a- part in your hands, you've got the scars to prove it. It's not the first time, and they're get- ting dee- per. pull it to- get- her. But- ton up your shirt. Roll down those sleeves. Don't let them see how you've coped. It's not the first time, and they're get- ting dee- per. More and more your de- mea- nor looks like quick- sand. More and more your de- mea- nor looks like quick- sand. It seems like your gi- ving up gi- ving up on ev- ery- thing you worked for. It seems like your gi- ving up gi- ving up on ev- ery- thing you worked for. It's pul- ling you un- der. It's grip- ping ar- ound your throat. It's pul- ling you un- der. It's grip- ping ar- ound your throat. It seems like your gi- ving up on ev- ery- thing. It seems like your gi- ving up on ev- ery- thing. It's pul- ling you un- der. It's pul- ling you un- der. Life can be ov- er- whel- ming, But don't turn your back on the stron- gest crutch you've e- ver had you've e- ver had. They have al- ways been there to brace your fall. Wave good- bye to the past. You've got your whole life to lead. Wave good- bye to the past. You've got your whole life to lead. Wave good- bye to the past. You've got your whole life to lead. Wave good- bye to the past. You've got your whole life to lead. You've got your whole life to lead. You've got your whole life to lead. It's time to gain some ground.