I was gutted, I felt soft. So I took to drinking with the hopes of getting lost. For when you're always losing it's hard to see your wins, then I start using and I'm numb again.
I've been highballing through a playground zone though I know there's nothing, nothing left for me there no more. At night I take to walking down lonely dead end roads with the hopes someone might catch me. God knows I won't.
I often think I could hop on a plane and it all would go away, but I'd be a fool to think my burdens are something I don't carry. For I can't leave them at the gate with the rest of my worries, they might not see me for a while, for I've gone in a hurry. They might not see me for a while, for I've gone in a hurry.
My name is something that my parents gave to me, but lately I disassociate when it's hollered out at me. And I've been tangled up in the dichotomy, in the notion of the disbelief that what will be will be.
I often think I could hop on a plane and it all would go away, but I'd be a fool to think my burdens are something I don't carry. For I can't leave them at the gate with the rest of my worries, they might not see me for a while, for I've gone in a hurry. They might not see me for a while, for I've gone in a hurry.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
