I’ve been slain. I was suffering before all this pain with no way to get out of my own way. The scars are built up with blame. You're wasted and you wasted this away. I saw your face turn from a crimson red to a cold shade of gray. Your eyes tell much more to me than everybody else can see and I know just what that means to me. It means I am miserable without you. I am miserable. So thank you. I’m sick of never really having a choice with anything that happens in our lives. When your eyes are cold and dead from late nights drinking with your friends instead I'm wondering why they've taken my place. Please tell me why am I miserable without you? Why am I miserable? Where did you go? Where are you hiding? I deserve much more than all of this but god damn what I wouldn't do for one more kiss. The scars are built up with sleep. I was given one heart, I guess it was yours to keep.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
