Texty: Midtown. The Sacrifice Of Life. Living In Spite.

Tearing pictures of the wall, you took the fall from truth so everyone could see that you don't live your life for me. You live for you and there's nothing I can do, but try to climb out the trenches I've dug cause I can't see underground. I'm not saying that I understand what it's like to be living in spite, but five years from now it'll all seem so trite. I'm sleeping today so I can wake in your arms tonight