How cruel is the golden rule,
When the lives we lived are only golden plated.
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me,
Though I carried karats for everyone to see.
I'm gonna make it bend and break
Say a prayer but let the good times roll
In case god doesn't show
And I can't stop until the whole word knows my name
Cause I was only born inside my dreams.
We're the new face of failure
Prettier and younger but not any better off
Bullet proof loneliness
At best, at best
Sometimes the only payoff for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they're my sutures.
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