Westpoint - Same Mistakes | Текст песни

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It's hard to appreciate what I've been given
When it seems so simple to be ungrateful
What's the point of holding on to anything at all?
Lies I tell myself make me

Hollow
I'm empty like the words I say
I hate the chances
I'm too afraid to take

This torture's not appealing to me
When I want it to, I'll let it hang me towards you
It just seems pointless holding on to anyone
We're all forgotten, I'm still

Hollow
I'm empty like the words I say
I hate the chances
I'm too afraid to take
All the same mistakes
I seem to always make

Hateful
I'm not the grateful son
Hateful
I'm not the grateful son

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