The truth is I hate my own guts So you won't have to So much so, that I can't recognize love Or the lack of it I've packed this suitcase a thousand times Said aloud "I'll never look back" But end up sitting on my bed Just staring at it I've cried alone more times then I'd like to admit But I've been too proud to tell you I'm losing it Anxiety ridden Guilt stricken The weight of things is sinking in It's like an awful movie I've seen a hundred times I know the end And everything falls apart But I'm collecting the pieces I found a little bit of hope shoved between the seats In the back of the van And I'm content with not knowing Exactly where I am I've seen hell It's a worn out reclining chair And I've dreamt of heaven It's anywhere but hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
