For the times when they hit you Facedown in the ground with the wetsuit Plant seeds but the tree never grow fruit Shouting but they all got you on mute
When they got you thinking maybe It could be me that's the crazy all the tears bled up on the climb up dry up into nothing
Nothing you understand Nothing makes sense but
Don't you know that nothing's really ever beautiful We're all just broken windows What you see depends from where you set your eye I could see my blood on the floor Or it might just be a RoseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
