Everyday they're getting older, more worried about looking younger It's a patternized cycle, show your face with every slumber It's equivalent to being full and longing for the hunger Guess it only takes nine months to build a life of suffering Money's not enough for them, just waking up's enough for me Told 'em how I felt and then we sat uncomfortably It's up to me, one of them said If you think you can't, well, it's all in your head As I shut the front door behind me For the first time, I've come out of hiding And the light's so bright For a second I'm blind I can't see the city, I can't see the cars For a second I'm fineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
