My friends kill my folks in front of me My friends kill my folks and they're not even sorry They say the line is thick between crying and crying They say the line is thick between dying and dying
I hardly ever listen and I don't steer But I do hear and I often peer At the features of men through my glasses Through my pictures and through their faces It's the only thing that keeps me awake Through some nights and all kinds of mornings When you hate yourself it's the mirror you break You won't find ears that fit your earrings
I once was used to killing and double talking I wasn't writing then, not even smoking So I know how it feels to hate your own guts And rest your sick ego on ifs and buts And I don't see a line and I don't give a damn I see a surface and I feel it's thickness And what I see from where I am Is so obvious not seeing it is a sicknessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
