Withered کے بول

Eight years of my life Dedicated (dedicated) Eight years of my life Desolated (desolated) Where dreams are buried and hope goes to die You'll find me trying to bring this dead horse back to life If I give up on all I wanted Will you still look me in the eye? It's not worth the risk Was my dream worthless? Did I not hope hard enough? 'Cause this life's not the one I conjured up Grieve my former self and the years I lost Try to dig myself out, the fallacy of sunken cost Eight years of my life Eight years of my life Your belief, my youth Your vision, my truth Your belief, my youth I can't undo Was my dream worthless? Did I not hope hard enough? 'Cause this life's not the one I conjured up Grieve my former self and the years I lost Try to dig myself out, the fallacy of sunken cost It's not worth it, didn't hope hard enough 'Cause this life's not the one I conjured up Grieve my former self and the years I lost Try to dig myself out, the fallacy of sunken cost Eight years of my life Eight years of my life Dedicated Desolated Withered me, never bloomed Withered life, dead for Withered me, never bloomed Withered life, dead for you Dead for you, never bloomed