Puncture in the side Punched in through the wall It's looking back across the stairs I wonder why I put it there
There's nothing here To keep you occupied without those fears They've become so clear I'm unprepared All that I can be is running scared But it's waiting there
Someone might move in A few years down the road And they will never understand The little boy who hurt his hand
Just help me please Pack my bags and put me on the street I guess I'm free Don't worry now Everything will all be sorted out I just don't see howTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
