Letra de Deads

Leave me in the rearview mirror
A footnote of the past
A distant memory
A step towards where you want to be
Discarded on the path
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Dreamers carry excess weight
The opening act of your play
In this rat race, my world has turned its back on me
I neglect and detach
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Flee, retreat - wash your hands of me
Waste of space
Waste of life
And I
Neglect and detach
Disconnected from the past