So much has happened now I have to reflect So much misery I wanna reject For years and years I have wanted more But too many times they've walked out the door
I should forget it all and think about me Spare the agony, learn to be free Question everyone, false hopes they bring Belive no lies, don't trust a thing
The world is mine
Don't feel a thing Don't feel the pain Don't feel pride Don't feel no shame Sick of the fine print Sick of the games My soul is flying And it's all that remains
It seems there was a time somewhere in my life I fought off every single tale of advice Now yesterday has come to be gone Taking with it everything that I've done wrong
Don't feel a thing Don't feel the pain Don't feel pride Don't feel no shame Sick of the fine print Sick of the games
I felt the sting I dealt with the pain The world is mine I feel no shame I read the fine print I forfeit the game My soul is flying And it's all that remainsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
