It's open season, on people with feelings
They're beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends
It's not a phase, the times have changed
This world is turning numb to pain
It's open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame
Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading
I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting
But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty
But it¹s getting hard to stay real
Like it or not we¹re all to blame
It's open season, on people with feelings
They¹re beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends
It¹s not a phase, we¹re all involved, along the way we¹re all a part
It¹s open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame
Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading
I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting
But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty
But it¹s getting hard to stay real
Like it or not we¹re all to blame
Hoping, waiting, I¹m holding out for honesty
The cold hands, the harmful trends, are making hope hard to believe
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