Pedestals کے بول

There's not enough of us to be this divided. I'm holding on and i've got…i've got a tight grip. I never thought someone could be this closed-minded. Your bullet is picking up speed (and heading for me) so i've got to bite it. I'm sick of the chip on your shoulder Ignorance that should never have had any part in this. My blue sky had been clouding over, It's taking its toll but i remember the things we used to hold On pedestals so you will always know that i'm not afraid of the truth. There's not enough of us to be this divided. Up to this point our views have never coincided, But when it comes down to the things we confide in, We know without this we're lifeless. I won't be caught dead or seen without my beliefs held high on top of pedestals.