Couldn′t take a punch Wish I could but standing tall takes feeling Drunk but talking fine Leave without goodbyes 'cause I′m always reeling
Cut to my chest The breathing getting worse Aimed at my head, your nice enough words
I was in a bind When I was in a pinch Watched everyone let me When we were outside Watching my breath turn black Smell minty?
Cut to my chest The breathing getting worse Aimed at my head, your nice enough words
Ready to compare Don't give me your back Don't fight or disappear Living on the attack I′m ready to come there Let me be your dog Wipe your feet Your tears, leave them aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
