Worriers - Cruel Optimist Lyrics
They hold spite, so hold up with lifeSeen around bad habits and trap me off court-sideOut of words and lips made for youKnow I’ve had a gun to your headYou were chosen fewBut what doesn’t kill youJust leaves a messBut no, I never want to tear it backAnother life, could’ve liveTo weave another thread to reel me inBut your heart’s not where your mouth isBut the price is mine to payYour turned up word has proven uselessI go beside, out of your wayBut what doesn’t kill youJust leaves a messBut no, I never want to tear it backI’ve been faced this through laughingI’ve been afraid to leave, I’m fighting stillAnd never known what I need to doDon’t know how to push through thisI used to be an optimistAnd never known what I need to doDon’t know how to push through thisI used to be an optimist