Lyrics Lose My Composure - Slaves

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
I got a third-degree burn from the devil on my shoulder
So when the dream dies
I'll be tongue-tied
No, I won't cry, bury this pain inside
But when I'm too kind, rewind on the good times, that when I

Lose my composer
Can't believe the dream's over
Why would I bury this pain inside?
Promise I'm keeping your name alive
Lose my composer

They say that distance makes a heart grow fonder
I guess wherever you are, you're not in pain any longer, ooh
You're now chasing down a star on the boulevard
You must be a galaxy away from the trauma
But when I think of how hard you tried
And never said die, that's when I

Lose my composer
Can't believe the dream's over
Why would I bury this pain inside?
Promise I'm keeping your name alive
Lose my composer, lose my composer

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
I got a third-degree burn from the devil on my shoulder
So when the dream dies
I'll be tongue-tied
No, I won't cry, bury this pain inside
But when I'm too kind, rewind on the good times, that when I

Lose my composer
Can't believe the dream's over
Why would I bury this pain inside?
Promise I'm keeping your name alive
Lose my composer