Uploaded October 2015 | Updated September 2026, 3 hours ago
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Rich People - "Atone"
"Atone" Lyrics:
I find comfort and begin to progress
Reverse when I forget
That I was a victim
Until I became aware
Self centered
I became a volunteer
I've spent much of my energy
Trying to people please
And save the weak
And what’s left of me
I tried for the ones
I truly need
But It was just
Preoccupied time on
The petty wants of my mind
And still stood I
Counting up my thoughts
As the floor falls from my feet
To be
Perceived
By self
As weak
It all begins ends with me
I find fault and begin to regress
How could such a pretty image
Turn to one I resent
I've faught with every corner
Of my mind and realize
All the the pain I've felt
Is just result of my pride
Color saturates and the image is cleared
In my personal reflection and atonement of fears
Try to sustain as I collect myself
And I leave the way that I'm perceived to someone else
Merch: http://www.richpeople.band/store
Apple Music: music.apple.com/us/artist/rich-people/1050073979
Spotify: open.spotify.com/artist/5lSyekL7APqKdusY0pGcGf?si=tXimHJLvTjuN0q--mijDxw
Main site: https://www.richpeople.band/
Facebook: facebook.com/richpeopleband
Instagram: instagram.com/richpeopleband
Twitter: twitter.com/richpeopleband
Discord Server: discord.gg/KGBDJga
Rich People - "Atone"
"Atone" Lyrics:
I find comfort and begin to progress
Reverse when I forget
That I was a victim
Until I became aware
Self centered
I became a volunteer
I've spent much of my energy
Trying to people please
And save the weak
And what’s left of me
I tried for the ones
I truly need
But It was just
Preoccupied time on
The petty wants of my mind
And still stood I
Counting up my thoughts
As the floor falls from my feet
To be
Perceived
By self
As weak
It all begins ends with me
I find fault and begin to regress
How could such a pretty image
Turn to one I resent
I've faught with every corner
Of my mind and realize
All the the pain I've felt
Is just result of my pride
Color saturates and the image is cleared
In my personal reflection and atonement of fears
Try to sustain as I collect myself
And I leave the way that I'm perceived to someone else
