Talk about the weather In my mind it’s so much better I wanna move into the city Replace my roots with a cage of concrete
And this feeling Is leaving It makes me feel so low
Feel like searching for an exit, guess that’s coming of age Works of Shakespeare gone to waste, because they’re stuck on the same page Feel I’m getting older but I’m not getting any wiser I need to leave this place
Uninspired and tired all the time And everyone can smell this stagnant life of mine Tryna find something to impress Me and all my thoughts I’ve tried to suppress
And that feeling Is leaving It makes me feel so low
Feel like searching for an exit, guess that’s coming of age Works of Shakespeare gone to waste, because they’re stuck on the same page Feel I’m getting older but I’m not getting any wiser I need to leave this placeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
