I won't hold my hand out to anyone but you I don't want to trust anyone but you If I am to be saved my anybody I want it to be you I take your hand You'll find hope scribbled onto scrap pieces of paper Like I found fate stuck to the curb Save me now I won't hold my hand out to anybody but you There's still time to get hands around my fucking neck It's time to realize that there is far more to this world that the self loathing you endure You'll find hope scribbled on scrap paperTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
