Bophades

I wrote a song for the ice-cold hearted And a song for the chronically fed up The ones that finished what they once started And didn't get a goddamn thing they want I can't see the point and now The sun's coming up, don't matter if I'm breathing Turn spite into something else 'Cuz nobody's gonna hold the door when I'm leaving here I'm on the run From mistakes that we made when we were young I think I'm losing my mind (Losing my mind) Heels over head I am falling instead of flying I'm fine, but I'm lying (Fine, but I'm lying) (I'm fine, but I'm lying) I burn my bridges and my wishes with them Spark the match with only ill-intent Hang it up with the heart-strung silence Watch it go 'til I have no vision left Too close to the sun and now My wings are soft and barely beating Born to lose and tapping out I'm the patron saint of the bruised and bleeding I'm on the run From mistakes that we made when we were young I think I'm losing my mind (Losing my mind) Heels over head I am falling instead of flying I'm fine, but I'm lying (Fine, but I'm lying) (I'm fine, but I'm lying)