I broke down through everything and you tried your best, to live through the state I was in oh I know. I remember all those dark days with darker friends when I wouldn't come home, you'll never get back a piece of yourself that I stole.
I know you keep it all your head locked away and I, can't fight the feeling I can't fight the feeling inside.
It's the little things, oh it's the little things that you hide (with a steady hand and a little time you will find, that), even you can see, I got the fever in me.
I was beat down and drunk as hell when I lost my home, I guess I knew what was coming for me then. I saw myself in my mothers eyes and I found some hope, but now my dreams are in black and white again...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
