| Song | Wounded Pride |
| Artist | Malrun |
| Album | Beauty In Chaos |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Wounded pride | |
| Been absent for so long | |
| Though appearing awake | |
| Someone says I belong | |
| But it’s all the same to me | |
| It’s too late to turn the tide | |
| It’s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I’m with you | |
| I know that too | |
| I’ve been staring at a candle, ‘till it stings my eyes | |
| Somehow the pain seems comforting | |
| Tomorrow’s more than I can handle. Goddamn tired | |
| Guess on the way down we really see ourselves | |
| It’s too late to turn the tide | |
| It’s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I’m with you | |
| I know that | |
| Don’t know how to make amends | |
| Don’t know where to begin | |
| All the shit we said is hard to take back now | |
| Committed every known offence | |
| While we lost something precious within | |
| Too damn proud to reach out |
| Wounded pride | |
| Been absent for so long | |
| Though appearing awake | |
| Someone says I belong | |
| But it' s all the same to me | |
| It' s too late to turn the tide | |
| It' s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I' m with you | |
| I know that too | |
| I' ve been staring at a candle, ' till it stings my eyes | |
| Somehow the pain seems comforting | |
| Tomorrow' s more than I can handle. Goddamn tired | |
| Guess on the way down we really see ourselves | |
| It' s too late to turn the tide | |
| It' s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I' m with you | |
| I know that | |
| Don' t know how to make amends | |
| Don' t know where to begin | |
| All the shit we said is hard to take back now | |
| Committed every known offence | |
| While we lost something precious within | |
| Too damn proud to reach out |
| Wounded pride | |
| Been absent for so long | |
| Though appearing awake | |
| Someone says I belong | |
| But it' s all the same to me | |
| It' s too late to turn the tide | |
| It' s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I' m with you | |
| I know that too | |
| I' ve been staring at a candle, ' till it stings my eyes | |
| Somehow the pain seems comforting | |
| Tomorrow' s more than I can handle. Goddamn tired | |
| Guess on the way down we really see ourselves | |
| It' s too late to turn the tide | |
| It' s too late for wounded pride | |
| Somehow I only make it through | |
| When I' m with you | |
| I know that | |
| Don' t know how to make amends | |
| Don' t know where to begin | |
| All the shit we said is hard to take back now | |
| Committed every known offence | |
| While we lost something precious within | |
| Too damn proud to reach out |