Oh!

There is nothing left to say
It's just the same people the same places
Judging every move I make

And I've spent those days
Bleeding my heart dry for everyone
Welcoming those who only destroy me
How is any of this what the hell
I just worried myself sick with self doubt
Losing precious hours of sleep

There is nothing left to prove
People come and go turn their backs
Follow trends and run their faces

I've given all to the road
Sold my innocence and securities
Hoping my broken heart will be set free

How is any of this what the hell
I just worried myself sick with self doubt
Losing precious hours of sleep

So long to this misery
So long so long

There is nothing left to say
It's just the same people the same places
Judging every move I make

Move I make you're judging every move I make
And I would do this all again

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Writer(s): BRANDAN SEBASTIAN SCHIEPPATI, BRIAN LEPPKE, DEREK WAYNE YOUNGSMA, JONA WEINHOFEN, MARTA KAY PETERSON, RYAN JEFFERY WOMBACHER