Sweet Daze کے بول

So it goes a piece of me I left for you to find Decay away Receded to feed It's not so bad It's not so bad Down here in day's sweet daze Where all that I need is not what I need Down here you're not my enemy Then what would I be? Then what could I make? Ashamed to find that all I was Is not so much Is not so much While away in all I made I can't give back I won't give back Down here in day's sweet daze Where all that I need is not what I need Down here you're not my enemy Then what would I be? Then what could I make? Could I make All my friends and all my fears And I'm afraid they're all the same And all my scars get torn away Get torn away Get torn Down here in day's sweet daze Where all that I need is not what I need Down here you're not my enemy Then what would I be? Then what could I make? Could I make? Could I make? Could I make