I watch myself, I hate the sight I'm living on the edge at night I'm getting older days and days by the minute The guilt I feel for what I've done Grows stronger when I look at you And think about the years we had
Created a world of my own These walls keeping me inside Can't crawl out of my own life
Crying eyes, mix of blood Creating the father and the son I wish I could turn this around You are the son of mistakes I am the one to procreate Oh why did I lock the gates
My own denial Wakes me up inside My own disguise Hates its own sightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
