Blacked out nights and tragic letters Empty pockets distorted pleasures This winters lasted years it seems I gave up once to give up twice Still searching for some good advice I’m a fool now that it’s over How many times will it take It’s about none of you This one falls on me And my calloused hands Pull shards of glass from my bedside Prayin on my kneesLord have mercy on me
So print it out and put it on display This life is just a massacre of insolent dismay When i close my eyes At the death of the sunrise I know yes I know It’s not my turn Not my turn to die
Got scattered coins on a bridge that’s burning Blood drenched sky on my white wedding I’d like to take this time to sincerely apologize I had bottled thoughts I was drinking Crushed up pain was cuttin The stories all the same Shifting seasons fall for change And my sleeping child she still breaths Buried under scarred flesh Trapt in my memories While my calloused hands Pull shards of glass on my bedside Prayin’ on my knees No one will have mercy on me
So print it out and put it on display This life is just a massacre of insolent dismay When i close my eyes At the death of the sunrise I know yes I know It’s not my turn Not my turn to die
I got blacked out nights and tragic letters Empty pockets distorted pleasures This winters lasted yearsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
