Like Pacific - Suffering

Dust won’t collect itself and if you’re going to drag me down
I’ll look somewhere else for stability
Once you’re gone I’ll be gone too
Bite the broken hand that feeds

When you’re gone what will I hold on to?

Please get over it
I know you’re suffering over stay your fucking welcome
Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
What will I look up to?
Are you ashamed of what you’ve done
When all that’s left is my shoulder pain
I felt the weight of the world come crashing down
When all that’s left is a gain

When you’re gone what will I hold on to?

Please get over it
I know you’re suffering over stay your fucking welcome
Bite the broken hand that feeds (I take it back)
What Will I look up to?
You’ve always had a way out but you’ve settled right
In a line behind depth and deeper than shallow