Cynical

Tell me you don't know if you can take it

After all the glow of simple praises

So why do you hide little sigh?

It's overwhelming now and I'm overlooking out

So I say you're getting sick

I feel like I told you that I'm in a trench

Right on the outskirts while you're on the edge

That's where we end up

Vacant in the heat of incandescence

Wasting what we made with false compassion

So why do you hide when you fight?

It's overwhelming now and I'm overlooking out

So I say you're getting sick

I feel like I told you

So I say you're getting sick

I feel like I told you that I'm in a trench

Right on the outskirts while you're on the edge

That's where we end up