Tightening it's grip on me My moral compass spinning Draining my live empty Give me something to believe in
Wounded up , I'm way too thight Fear tearing, wearing me thin And knowing it ain't right Give me something to believe in
Wanna move on, gotta face the music There's only one way out Tired of stumbling Searching endlessly And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can Each one of them, I will not bend I ain't broke, they can't break me As I am, not one of them These so called friends, they're a joke
Headstrong your apathy Neurotic and quite nervous Obtuse propensity Still convinced it serves your purpose
Lacking the sense to care Degrading and puberscent Discretion worse for wear Is this something to believe in
Wanna move on, gotta face the music There's only one way out Tired of stumbling Searching endlessly And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can Each one of them, I will not bend I ain't broke, they can't break me As I am, not one of them These so called friends, they're a joke
Know I have to walk Have to walk away Never seemed to fit most of the time I'll be better off Better off this way And taking back what's mine
Wanna move on, gotta face the music There's only one way out Tired of stumbling Searching endlessly And giving in to more than doubt
Let them take, all that they can Each one of them, I will not bend I ain't broke, they can't break me As I am, not one of them These so called friends, they're a jokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
