This is what I do: I have so much to lose And I can't change my ways Have fun, misbehave Complacent with my dilemma
It still could have been May No more than three weeks had passed And I became stuck in my ways Like my mind was my own clock Wake up, go to work, come home Do it all again I drank to stop my mind from wandering When I was home When I was home alone
This is what I do: I have so much to lose And I can't change my ways Have fun, misbehave Complacent with my dilemma
It still could have been May No more than three weeks had passed And I became stuck in my ways Like my mind was my own clock Wake up, go to work, come home Do it all again I drank to stop my mind from wandering When I was home When I was home alone Is it enough to say that if you hadn't left I wouldn't have ended up this way? It took a scenic change And a year of shaking myself To sleep in the night To ease off the feeling That I was unhealthy And stagnant in every Part of my life
It still could have been May No more than three weeks had passed And I became stuck in my ways Like my mind was my own clock Wake up, go to work, come home Do it all again I drank to stop my mind from wandering When I was home When I was home aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
