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True Contrite - Knuckle Puck
You learn a lot about honesty
From the dried out leaves of the fallen trees in your life
Forgiving pathetic excuses
For long term abuse is something
I could never justify with god
You live in a lonely state of denial and self decay
A living reminder of buried weight
You never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
Am I good enough am I good enough
Replace my every flaw the ones you never even saw
As if you tried to you never tried to
We dream in color but see in black and white
Between the covers we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for
Your world is what you've made it
Is this all you bartered for
You live in a lonely state of denial and self decay
A living reminder of buried weight
You never shed in the first place
Disguise your memory with pictures on the walls
Am I good enough am I good enough
Replace my every flaw the ones you never even saw
As if you tried to you never tried to
We dream in color but see in black and white
Between the covers we sleep on beds of lies
Someday your true contrite will find you
