I say: To be living brings me down In a way, I'm what you call a pimp
Soap won't wash away your shame I'll sell, whatever there's to be sold In hell, I'd sell my own poor soul
Where are you going with that mask I found you You're running through the world Thinking only about tomorrow In your dreams, I'll do all the things you say
Your guess, is just as good as mine But no, I cannot justify your ways Take care, cause hurtable as hell I wear, I wear the hardest shell
Daybreak, you're returning And I know that you want to play When I see the sun going down The eyes in my head, see the world spinning aroundTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
