When I look up to the sky,
All I see are your tired old lies,
Heaven wasn't built for me,
So I look away with silent eyes.
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To comprehend your lies?
How does it feel,
To finally realize?
How does it feel,
To lay down and say good-bye?
It feels good.
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