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letra de headlights - first sight

i’ve held this blade above my wrist
for far too long
the scars are showing but i’m yet to make a mark
what a perfect metaphor for the wasted times and sleepless nights
i’ve seen the headlights in the distance
i’ve let go of the wheel and swerved to avoid
the possibility of failure and the certainty of pain

i’ve lied to the ones who birthed me
told them everything was fine
i’ve cried myself to sleep
and hoped for the afterlife
but when the world becomes too much to handle
i’m reminded of a reason to carry on
i’m given a second chance at living with the music and the lyrics i pen

as your world comes crashing down
i hope you stop and hear the sound
of my hand on my heart as i
scream out with my head and my arms raised high

singing woah-oh-woah-ohhh

my brothers that back these words i sing
give me the chance to prevail
this song is a testament to the past 12 months of h-ll
it’s taken me months to put this all
down into words
but the world is going to see the man who pushed on forward

suffering in silence, losing my way
just tell me you’ll be here, tell me you’ll stay
not sure how much more that this cracked heart can take of this constant beating
when all i have left are my brothers, my dreams
but they’re slowly fading

suffering in silence, losing my way
(i’ll be the light to guide you back home)
just tell me you’ll be here, tell me you’ll stay
(i’ll stay here as long as you need)
not sure how much more that this cracked heart can take of this constant beating
(we’ll pick up the pieces and mend)
when all i have left are my brothers, my dreams
but they’re slowly fading
(i won’t ever fade away)
(woah-oh-oh)
just hold your head up high and scream!

as your world comes crashing down
i hope you stop and hear the sound
of my hand on my heart as i
scream out with my head and my arms raised high

singing woah-oh-woah-ohhh

i’ve held this blade above my wrist
for far too long
the scars are showing but i’m yet to make a mark
what a perfect metaphor for the wasted times and sleepless nights

- first sight

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