Hindsight

These are the same things born from the last time 
And now its here and its fueled yet its falling apart 
And you feel this, lord how you know this 
It seems to me like the whole things falling away 

Pre
And you feel it, lord how you know it 
Now its everything of the way it should be 
And it feels like, hair on the livestock 
All at the same time 
 [bad word] (1)
With my own eyes I see inside 
And pushed it all away 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
Cause I don’t want it 
To feel this way 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
What you say 

All of the same things died on the first time 
And now its gone like the drive so taken from me 
And you feel this, lord how you know this 
It seems to me like the whole [bad word]  away 

Pre
And you feel it, lord how you know it 
Now its all around and drained the life out of me 
And it feels like, hair on the livestock 
All at the same time 
 [bad word] (1)
With my own eyes I see inside 
And pushed it all away 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
Cause I don’t want it 
To feel this way 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
What you say

What it’s doing to me
What you say 
What it’s doing to me
 [bad word] (1)
With my own eyes I see inside 
And pushed it all away 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
Cause I don’t want it 
To feel this way 
Small white lies 
In everything you say 
 [bad word] (2)
With my own eyes 
I've pushed it all away 
Small white lies in 
Everything you say 
And I don’t want it 
To feel this way 
Small white lies 
In everything you say