Folding - Great Deceivers

Leave me here for dead

There’s nothing in me left

If I can’t escape with you

Then I guess I’m dispossessed

Sing about the songs

You would have written

Leave me out of them

I don’t want the recognition

Let me lie, let me lie

To myself, to you

Lost and paranoid

I see my face in every voided expression

Of the things that I destroyed

I can’t filter out the noise

Sing about the songs

You would have written

Leave me out of them

I don’t want the recognition

Let me lie, let me lie

To myself, to you

Giving up is easy

Giving up is easy

Giving up is easy

Giving up is easy