The tears suspend. Smiles are not more than (empty love) Locked doors can keep you alone Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs. I kind of like it when things are wrong. Straight from left end, They'll shout corrections, And I'll decline, I'll decline A source of comfort or some protection And I'll decline Smiles are not more than (empty love) Locked doors can keep you alone Forever paint words (from your lips) in a house that's no longer your home Take the dreams I know (as my own) and it worsens weekends Thanks again for my misery. And you run with fake friends I'm sick of your sad songs and sing alongs. I kind of like it when things are wrong. Straight from left end, They'll shout corrections, And I'll decline, I'll decline A source of comfort or some protection And I'll decline In your throat You will see Surface relocated Therapy. All I taste of today Is the shame (of) my whore prety All I know are apologies Do you feel the shame?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
