Morning comes, I make the bed, I wish it wouldn't end Every morning is a battle I can't seem to win Morning comes and I'm afraid of what's in store for me Will it be another day of running ‘round like everything is gone?
If I write it in a song, will it slow down?
Morning comes, I make the bed, I take a look around Every morning brings a question I can't live without Morning comes and I'm afraid of what's in store for me Will it be another day of running ‘round pretending all is fine?
When the thought won't leave my mind, can it slow down?
Another day that I get lost in lists of what to do Running away, I'm at a loss of what to say to you Then another night I give up the fight Will it be alright?
Morning comes, I make the bed, I wish it wouldn't end Every morning is a battle I can't seem to win Morning comes and I'm afraid of what's in store for me Will it be another day of running ‘round like everything is gone
If I write it in a song, will it slow down?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
