GOOD THINGS LYRICS

"Sconers"

With winter comes pain
Comes anger
Comes Depression
I don't know how to fight
This new sense of agression

Nothing makes sense
I haven't slept in days
I've grown weary of this dark, depressing place
Living day to day
(every night is a waste)
Going down this straight path
Being lost in this maze
I think we'd all agree, we could use a little more
If we had any less, we'd have nothing to deplore.
Hearing all to hear, seeing all to see
A deaf ear to the world, a blind epiphany

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