We were all born with vices We've never had control We've been locked in a battle off ill will and defeated soul
We are the exiled stuck in our own vices We walk this desert without end We are the exiled stuck in our own vices No matter how much we plan, we come up
Why my best intentions could be so destructive? Or why my virtue has been drowned out by my own selfishness? How can I be so proud and still doubt myself? How can I be so depressed from acting on my own will?
'Cause there's been something holding me back
Something keeping my from becoming the person I've needed to be It took me so long to find out why everything I put my hand to has become a testament to failure
We are the exiled stuck in our own vices We walk this desert without end We are the exiled stuck in our own vices No matter how much we plan, we come up short
How can I be so proud and still doubt myself? (x2)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
