We traveled all the roads we never meant to go. I don't know how to get back when all I have is an old, dirty map. It's beat to hell just like my heart, but it tells a tale beneath the stars. And if I don't make it back to where you are, I'll find myself along the way and that's an honest start.
I'm stuck in this body that doesn't know what it wants or what it needs or who it loves or anything. I'm stuck in this body that doesn't know what it wants or what it needs or who it loves or anything.
I've cried in airport terminals, I've wept in the car. It's always the places you hate that make us who we are. If you could see from where you stand, I'd still be the monster you think that I am. If I don't make it back to where we were, I'll pack my bags and just go - one day I'll learn.
I'm stuck in this body that doesn't know what it wants or what it needs or who it loves or anything. I'm stuck in this body that doesn't know what it wants or what it needs or who it loves or anything.
I've broken hearts, I've had mine shattered. I've come this far just to move backward. And all these scars are just memories, although I don't know what they mean to me.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
