what's the point in going out when I'm just thinking to myself "I really wanna listen well, but sounds too slurred together melt?"
conversations I can't join. in first place, know I missed the point. reasons left to leave my room: drink a beer, or maybe two. then could I talk to you?
when everyone I know has confidence, at least projects it. disparaging remarks aside, know I can still detect it.
maybe I can fake it for a while, play the part until it's out of style hang it out the back to dry. better than waiting to feel alive.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.