How many times have I said this How many times have I dared God dammit I guess I’m still counting All the useless times I cared How many times have I promised To keep my mouth shut Some promises are made to be broken And some are made to rot
It’s not about fear They’re facts nailed to the ground I’m the one building things You’re tearing them down Your river’s dead cold But that don’t mean it’s deep I don’t think you’ll ever get past my knees
I’m bored of you Guess I shouldn’t have read you all With a stick in your trap Everything looks small I’ve seen your sores and everything else How can you fool me when you’re fooling yourself Remember for you my door’s always closed And I’ll never knock on yours
You make me feel free You make me feel aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
