Blot out the sun, ride out the day. Life comes to me less and less as I age. I can’t decide where I’m going, so blot out the sun, ride out the day
These feelings fold me into little versions of myself, I can’t reach out for help. I’ve got the weight of the world on my shoulders. Tell me what’s the use in the truth, when I’m still supporting you? So let’s dance together and close our eyes, we’ll numb what’s real to stay alive
Mistakes hold me here, reminding me I’m to blame. Suffering. I guess I got what I wanted. Can you guess what I wanted?
One more breath. One more step. Maybe I can do better? Does it make you feel better?
The rope has frayed. We can’t both be saved. My white-knuckles grip, but I can’t hold this weight
It gets better. Please tell me it gets better?
Lately, I can’t remember anything, the memories fall like leaves. I can’t tell if I’ve been enlightened or damned?
I’ll keep turning to the sky, and wondering why I am here. Truth whispers silently, that I’m too blind to see, but I’ll keep goingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
