Been living in the city having dreams that I was dying, I woke up such a mess, scared into believing again. Got buried by the endlessness of everything I'd ever been. I used to have the answers, now I'm asking all the questions.
Was it god that made my father hit my mother I wanna' know the truth. And is there some bigger part to this, please someone give me constant proof. Cause' I'm so sick of believing what I've heard.
Cause' I guess when we die we all come back to god, and he loves us... Well does he love me at all? And if he does, I have no idea why.
Been living in the city, having dreams that I was dying. Got buried by the endlessness of everything I'd ever been. Now I'm screaming from my front porch just hoping that someone hears. And I'm kneeling in my bedroom just hoping that someone's there.
I woke up such a mess, scared into believing again.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
