| Song | The Ones Forgotten By The One Forgetting |
| Artist | The Color Morale |
| Album | Hold On Pain Ends |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All these voices in my head. | |
| I’ll never know just what I'll feel, | |
| let alone what will be said. | |
| We all forget the things we say | |
| but we never forget how we felt | |
| when we let ourselves feel. | |
| One head so many voices. | |
| Maybe I'll spend my whole life licking wounds. | |
| My tongue feels likes it's got two jobs | |
| to twist and say shit I don't need to. | |
| And to come between my stomach and my head, | |
| separate, which one of you do I listen to? | |
| Parts of me miss pieces of you. | |
| Oh all these voices in my head. |
| All these voices in my head. | |
| I' ll never know just what I' ll feel, | |
| let alone what will be said. | |
| We all forget the things we say | |
| but we never forget how we felt | |
| when we let ourselves feel. | |
| One head so many voices. | |
| Maybe I' ll spend my whole life licking wounds. | |
| My tongue feels likes it' s got two jobs | |
| to twist and say shit I don' t need to. | |
| And to come between my stomach and my head, | |
| separate, which one of you do I listen to? | |
| Parts of me miss pieces of you. | |
| Oh all these voices in my head. |
| All these voices in my head. | |
| I' ll never know just what I' ll feel, | |
| let alone what will be said. | |
| We all forget the things we say | |
| but we never forget how we felt | |
| when we let ourselves feel. | |
| One head so many voices. | |
| Maybe I' ll spend my whole life licking wounds. | |
| My tongue feels likes it' s got two jobs | |
| to twist and say shit I don' t need to. | |
| And to come between my stomach and my head, | |
| separate, which one of you do I listen to? | |
| Parts of me miss pieces of you. | |
| Oh all these voices in my head. |