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Awful things
Awful things
Have their own beauty
Their own beauty

Maybe I'm heartless, like i just don't care.
I’m shattering bones with microphones
And you back down because you're scared
But me? My vision's impaired
There's no need to run, and there's no more fear


But now we're at the end of the story
Yet I've never had more to say
You tried to make everyone hate me
But I'm standing here today
And everything that you said, it didn't mean a thing
This is me leaving, and this is you dying

It's all about the profit, and it's all about the schemes
And I'm just trying to make a living out of nothing but some dreams
And I'm so sorry, I just can't leave out this way
But I'll only let you down if you're expecting me to stay

I can feel it in my soul
There's a part of me that
That tried to take you on
But I made a scene, ay
How could you be so fake? Yeah
Oh, talk about something that matters
Something, something that battles the emotions and notions everybody's after
To hell with all your gimmicks, I'll give you a minute to let it all go
I'll be in your background, I'll be singing so loud.
All the fame you’ve ever wanted, troubled by your ego

It's all about the profit, and it's all about the schemes
And I'm just trying to make a living out of nothing but some dreams
And I'm so sorry, I just can't leave out this way
But I'll only let you down if you're expecting me to stay