Like a wound that doesn't bleed I have never felt the need To pour my heart out to someone Who wants to rip it out of me
My scars have never healed Nor do i wear them on my sleeve So my mask made of paper is The face you always see
Stoic in my reactions My mind always shudders Constantly assessing your ulterior motives
There's nothing I hate more than a shit-eating grin That says we're playing the same game When they're on the side that always wins How can you expect me to trust the others When all you want is to watch US suffer?
Stitching together the lies you sputter Break me, maim me, try meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
