Falling in Reverse - The Bitter End Lyrics
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The Bitter End
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What Are The Lyrics For The Bitter End By Falling in Reverse?
Let that fall
Lost for a moment in the dark Then take my life as you say Here I go starting at the edge Holding on to the bitter end This is it This is me Look over my shoulders again As I looked onto the sky All the pain that is in your eyes Some things that you don't see But you best believe that it's haunting me It's like a nightmare Here I go starting at the edge Holding on to the bitter end This is it This is me Look over my shoulders again As I looked onto the sky All the pain that is in your eyes Some things that you don't see But you best believe that it's haunting me I will fight I will fight This is why I'm guilty Get away, get away I just wanna be happy I can fly I can fly This is why I'm guilty Get away, get away I just wanna be happy I board a missile that I call my soul And searching makes me old Seeking the ocean in an empty boat I board a missile that I call my soul And searching makes me old Seeking the ocean in an empty boat Here I go starting at the edge Holding on to the bitter end This is it This is me Look over my shoulders again As I looked onto the sky All the pain that is in your eyes Some things that you don't see But you best believe that it's haunting me It's haunting me |
Who Wrote The Bitter End By Falling in Reverse?
Ronnie Radke, Michael Elvis Baskette, Charles Massabo
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