Stones that were never thrown piled against the wall making funny shapes to this secret room I can invite my friends talk about the past ignore the bending floor
In this late hour I’m spilling all my guts talking to a face I only know by night but nothing really helps a truce is out of sight I get on with my life
And oh I’m not going to carry the cross ’cause oh you are the one that is lost
Words easier to write rather than to face afraid of what might your own personal wall something that might break if you let it out you could become awake
My blood pumping still inside eventhough you stabbed every little part shaken from inside somethings do still hurt somethings do still burn
And oh I’m not going to carry the cross ’cause oh you are the one that is lost
Ropes inside your wardrobe hanging there to give you a helping hand many years ago I thought that I could make a difference to the shades bless with other paint
One part of you still hangs in that very tree something that got lost I could never give you could always take now I’m finally free now I’m finally freeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
