Could I trust you with my thoughts Or would you use them all against me Can you replace my eyes for yours See what I really look like I could help you criticize
Looking for a sense of relation Where do people want me to be? I can't help but cry on vacation Dressed to un-impress easily Losing sight again I'll go ahead and give your eyes back now
You grow up, gone So what's the point of connecting to anyone? Is a relationship bought or is it won?
Are the things I think are important Simply just distractions from death? All of my ideas turn to content They can't be conceived 'til they're read Lost my words again It doesn't matter 'Cause you wouldn't understand
Love in teens, and life in your twenties Nothing much to look forward to I can't help but cry on vacation Is this the way to exit my youth? Oh... Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me? Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what's the matter with me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
