You look left, look right, don't know what's inside. You can't find yourself anymore. You're banging on doors, but there's no answer. Your yearning desire for a fire to burn, they're screaming no more, but what else is there to live for? It’s fine if you don't understand, I don't expect you to understand, that I need heaven and hell to make it through my days. You know that I've learned far to well that I have far too much to say to not say it aloud, to not say it proud, so I bid you farewell, to my old hell. Visions they haunt me, they taunt me, they leave me such a mess, but there’s no need to stress. I know I will see. Healing and time is so hard on your body, but baby don't be sorry. There is no need to justify. I can't promise you they will understand, but those who love you may not always understand, that you need heaven and hell to make it through your day. You know you've learned far too well that you've got way too much to say. You know I say it out, now say it proud, now say it out, so I bid you farewell to my old hell...too my old hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
