Standing by the tree that I used to hang on, Branching into me, a leaf for every day. Hiding in a store is a voice I keep hearing Shouting wear me now, become the boy that you wanted to be I'm tired of the signs that tell me how I should focus, I'm waiting on a dream that never leaves my sleep, Self indulgent phases leave something to desire for, So will you let me know when you return again?
In the dark I am lonely, Stick on my favorite 90's records, I've got the bends again. I know the time's gone but can I accept this? Will you let me know when the time is right for me?
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So ready to believe that I could hold my anger, So ready to believe that I could stand so tall, You lead me to believe that I could my frustration, So will you let me know, let me know when you return again? Dear Happiness.
So sick of all the homophobic shit I keep seeing, Religion ain't a part of me so don't shove it down my throat. Maybe I'm too blunt to get decent attention, when you're letting all the puppet masters cash in their checks at others' expense. I don't think I've got anything else to say But the fact you're fucking up the system, You re-wire my brain. I'm not gonna ask for help this time. I'm not drunk enough to say it all, I'm not high enough to let it go, But I wont sit back and go to sleep.
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So ready to believe that I could hold my anger, So ready to believe that I could stand so tall, You lead me to believe that I could my frustration, So will you let me know, let me know when you return again? Dear Happiness.
So ready to believe that I could hold my anger, So ready to believe that I could be so good. You lead me to believe that I could hold my frustrations, So will you let me know when you return again
I don't think that I can stand it anymore, You've got this burning at my door, for what I've got, I'm sincerely wasted. The lives of fools kick you in the face, when you turn your back on disgrace.
Will you let me know when you return again, Dear Happiness.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
