I'll write another cheap verse To crown the pile on the floor It might mean anything tonight And no one needs to find out I'll write another cheap verse This is my last one I promise, I swear I am sorry for letting you down Again See, I'm just a man, who tries too hard to stand on his feet Not falling on the knees That i forgot there is something above them And something always kept me from sharing my dreams As if I dared to shape them with words They would crumble away and leave me with fear That I have been always running from When all of your deeds were re-assembled in sweat by me, I can't find a way To blame someone else To walk alone is to walk with honor Because you won't be walking for long Same old frail ode To the past We are not raising glasses this time I guess we all have a favorite role And what scares me the most Is that I found my own In the pursuit of a reason for death But if you don't have one, what's your life really worth? The heart above the head The thing that counts the most When there's nothing left to gein You walk away The heart above the head The thing that counts the most When there's nothing left to gein Be honest.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
