كلمات This Feeling

Show me all the reasons why the air is always dead The infections being spread, Never take what you're being fed All the time and seasons, is it worth all of the stress, Always being second guessed? What's this feeling in my chest? So tell me They won't get off my mind So I just waste my time So tell me Who commit this crime, Tell them it's not mine No one ever chooses to be blinded by the hype, Always using my own sight, Are you losing to the night? It's the same excuse that finds your way out of this fight, Always fueled by my own light, You're nothing new, I've seen your type. So tell me They won't get off my mind So I just waste my time So tell me, Is it a crime to shine? There's never time to climb. And I don't mind, the path I took The question is the waste of time They're not my kind, can't stand to look Should I go and leave this all behind? No I don't mind, the path I took Should I go and leave this all behind? And I don't mind, the path I took The question is the waste of time They're not my kind, can't stand to look Should I go and leave this all behind?