I've seen you walk this way For the past ten years and never got the chance to ask you, I'm calling out And each and every day I'm reminded you're the fucking disease
I'm always full, of good intentions But bad with first impressions The crying out is deafening, and it's starting to get to me
Every time I run Every time I stumble Not wonder If I had defined the fire inside Only to find out I'm not worth saving
I know it hurts And those ten years haunts the hell inside my head And when I try to find the peace inside and write it all down the words are the fucking same I'm always full of what I thought was something good But my first impressions lasted longer than any sickness ever should
Every time I run Every time I stumble Not wonder If I had defined the fire inside Only to find out I'm not worth saving Every time I stumble, I wonder If I had defined the fire inside Dead or alive, I'm my own worst critic
Call me a coward Call me ignorant A piece of shit as if I'd somehow forgotten Give it a shot, my heart said softly Or Push it away and leave it behind meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
