When your teeth turn gray and stain your tongue When you bite so hard on your lip blood fills your mouth You can't swallow it cause you can't swallow guilt When your best friend dies and your next friend dies And your best friend's friend takes his life And you spend six months on your own 'Cause there's no one left to talk to
I'm scraping off the back of my hand To sit and talk and say to his friends I am not alive, I didn't mean to leave you when I died I was too scared you might be the one to leave There's so much more to life than the flick of a knife I am alive 'cause I'm alive inside of thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
