Stealing quiet on my bed And fighting wars inside my head While counting footprints on the ceiling Blank and colorless tapestries The voices yell inside of me And i knew then the paint was peeling
You say you know this misery Well that's no more than sympathy for me Because this time you were faking Your motive very questioning This silence is so deafening now see You see you've got me shaking Screaming cursing then you spit And saying all your worthless shit And i, of course, i'm worth hearing And i don't know of what i sing But you, my friend, don't know anything And that's what makes you not worth fearing
And i've been lying here for a while now Sitting and acting like a child And if you find my garden, could you bring it back? Because i've been lying here for a while now And i, i've been dying here for a while now And i, i've been dying for a while, for a while now
If your finger is an untamed beast Then i am just a centerpiece On the table of your feelings I find it sort of an interlude It's just that helpless attitude of mine Because there's no footprints on your ceiling
And everything slips through my hand I'm sorry, i don't understand Those points i should be making Your selflessness i must have missed I never knew this emptiness Like a child been forsaken
That all the things you never take The toys you purposely would break Like a gift that i was giving I know i just did hear and stare Never thinking about how unfair it was Like a light that was leaving
And i've been lying here for a while now Sitting and acting like i was in exile But if you see my sister could you send her home? Because i've been dying here for a while now And i, i'll be dying here in a while now Dying for a while, for a while now I'm dying for a while, a while, a while now For a while, for a while nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
