As I walk through this life I might fall I might stumble Wo-oh-oi I tried to make friends with my pain, ‘cause my pain keeps me humble Wo-oh-oi
Breathe, slow and release, let the air expand your lungs, let your body bring you peace To the sea, to the sea I will speak tell my troubles to the waves as they wash my soul clean
Wont you purge me, purge me Here as I stand Down in the gallows my darkness will hang Hurt me, Hurt me And I will not flinch, Firm in my ground I will not move an inch
As I walk through this life I might fall, I might stumble Wo-oh-oi I tried to make friends with my pain, ‘cause my pain keeps me humble Wo-oh-oi
When I wake up in the morning sometimes I feel so blue Like a guitar with a broken string that can't hold a tune Cuz there are some real pricks around they're bursting my balloon And I really need some healing ‘cause I find it hard to breath in and I'm bleeding all my feelings to you... Because I'm so down But like a round a bout I'm bound to turn it back around Flip it like a kick flip flick a switch ill flip my mood Coming with the style that's rude
As i walk through this life I might fall I might stumble Wo-oh-oi I tried to make friends with my pain, ‘cause my pain keeps me humble Wo-oh-oi
Humble Try not to outgrow these boots Some times I stumble Try to stay firm in my roots This worlds a Jungle But these trees hold the sweetest fruit a lesson to be learned, yeah, every time I bruise
B..B..B..Bruise, not a fool but I will make mistake T..T..T..Take and I learn every mistake I make W..W…W...Wait for the wisdom that this fall will create No one in this world but me decides my fate
F…F…F...Fate, taking control of the reigns and being the lord in the land of my brain and i loosen the chains that are causing the pain Put a stain on my name with the flames like methane Make it rain down the rain down the rain down of change Then I rise to the top like a bubble champagne its so hard to explain, need to use my left brain I am switching the lanes gonna change
Closure on this roller coaster I'm a poster child bipolar loner with a smoking motor soldier with a broken holster Focus, don't go down in smoke and choke on coke and overdose Just stand your ground, Stay humble, proud and lucky like a four leaf cloverTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
