The stress is starting to show In what you call beautiful and I Looked around This whole small town For what you think you need For what you want from me and I Keep coming up Keep coming up empty
Shadowing to learn where There's a lack in teaching Making all the noise of the shyest angels Going down deep So deep, I can't breathe And I don't regret a single thing I've seenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
