There's a voice in my head telling me why I should hate you, But I hate myself instead. There's a pair of dead eyes in the mirror looking back at me. I guess it's wrong to live life so lifelessly.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet. And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above. No mercy for a soul that's just way too fucked up.
There's a pain in my chest growing stronger with every heartbeat. Now there's nothing left of me, but empty bottles of pills and Bacardi. Yes, I guess it's wrong to live right.
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet. And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above. No mercy for a soul...
Leave me here to die Leave me here to die
Scars are tearing open along my palms and knees. I guess that's what I should get for crawling back at your feet. And now I'm feeling so down, that there's no God above. No mercy for a soul that's just way too fucked up.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
