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The Worst Is Yet To Come


I run in circles, dodging bullets all the time
Avoiding conflicts, but it hardly ever works
A lot of people seems to know what's best for me
It doesn't matter, 'cause the worst is yet to come

Running away, running away from what I am
Driven by shame, hiding from myself
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face

Opress emotion, fake affection, fake a smile
I'll never win this game, no matter how I try
Your love means nothing when I cannot love myself
It doesn't matter, 'cause the worst is yet to come

Running away, running away from what I am
Driven by shame, hiding from myself
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face

I try to accept my faith, that I am a total failure, failure
Looking inside myself, trying to find my saviour, saviour
Trying to understand, trying to understand
The meaning of life, the meaning of life is dying

Running away, running away from what I am
Driven by shame, hiding from myself
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face

Running away, running away from what I am
Driven by shame, hiding from myself
Down on my knees, waiting for you to count me out
Waiting for pain, to show its ugly face

The worst is yet to come







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