Maybe the bridge was burned Knowing you would only stand by to watch the flames turn to ash Instead of seeing a reason to rebuild.
We're all to blame Because the final actions and reactions caused our demise. Our savior was only a false prophet of compassion But fire reflects in our eyes
A simple middle ground turned into a battleground Created from the dust swept under the rug for so long. Feeling remorse and guilt But it fades into the shadows of your disguise, our fates intertwined
We see the real you, but it's worth nothing But an acknowledgement of your demise From which you don't want to be saved.
Maybe the bridge was burned Knowing you would only stand by to watch the flames turn to ash Instead of seeing a reason to rebuild.
We're all to blame Because the final actions and reactions caused our demise. Our savior was only a false prophet of compassion But fire reflects in our eyes
A simple middle ground turned into a battleground Created from the dust swept under the rug for so long. Feeling remorse and guilt But it fades into the shadows of your disguise, our fates intertwinedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
