Dead Poetic - Motorcycle (Left With Nothing/long Forgotten/when It's Gone) lyrics
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Feeling low, like Iâm ready crack and slowly moving from bending to breaking.
I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
Iâm only killing the only haven, the still asylum I havenât destroyed yet.
And when itâs gone, Iâm left with nothing.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
I told her she was killing me and she said she was already dead.
Every ounce of emotion fades, and I promise you itâll end someday. I hope.
Iâm only hoping that this is common. Sheâs all Iâm left with when all this fades away.
And when itâs gone Iâm left with nothing.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
She doesnât need it. She doesnât need it.
My optimism is masking my failure.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
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I stay diluted to avoid the pain, but I give her more than she can take.
Iâm only killing the only haven, the still asylum I havenât destroyed yet.
And when itâs gone, Iâm left with nothing.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
I told her she was killing me and she said she was already dead.
Every ounce of emotion fades, and I promise you itâll end someday. I hope.
Iâm only hoping that this is common. Sheâs all Iâm left with when all this fades away.
And when itâs gone Iâm left with nothing.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
She doesnât need it. She doesnât need it.
My optimism is masking my failure.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and I cannot feel it.
This isnât what we counted on. This isnât what we said itâd be.
The fantasy is dead, and long forgotten.
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