Isn't it hard To be the one who has to give advice? Isn't it hard To be the strong one?
I see the skyline blurred through the plastic on your back screen door Not unlike the faces of the people who keep turning up in the places we go The ones we'd never see if things weren't going so well When I was a torn jacket hanging on the barbed wire You cut me free And sewed me up and here I am
Isn't it hard To be the one whose phone rings all day everyday? Isn't it hard To be the strong one?
Mouths move without vision -- without regard for consequences Eyes fill with memories poisoned by intimate knowledge of failure to love Sometimes, sometimes, doesn't the light seem to move so far away? You help your sisters, you help your old lovers, you help me but who do you cry to?
Cause isn't it hard To be the one who gathers everybody's tears? Isn't it hard To be the strong one?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
