She made me admit I'm broken, I'm broken... Shouldn't it after all that I preached, I still cannot accept that I'm not a fit and once that of course the snowball, snowballing down my spine draws a perfectly imperfect line.
Is it just the weight? Cuz the weight is what weighs me down again. Or is it the scapegoat over the clumsy friend there to take all the blame for what's really happening. This circle must come to an end.
And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for. And for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin, swallowed around on the only body part, that should matter my heart.
The only way is to let go, get rid of all the fears, of not being perfect. My goal seems perfectly clear and terrified if I let go, I also lose myself, and I don't wanna be somebody else.
And I've always liked that about me, that I know what I am fighting for. And for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin, swallowed around on the only body part, that should matter my heart.
And what if I've always been good enough in my skin, good enough in my skin? and what if I've always been good enough in my skin, good enough in my skin?
and I've always liked that about me that I know what i am fighting for and for this I'd go to war weapon in mind is my main skin swallowed around on the only body part that should matter my heartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
