I have brought this on myself. I feel the déjà vu come creeping in again. It’s not the first time that I’ve been here, my friend. I’ll hear the words you speak and I’ll see your knees go weak but the message won’t get through to me. I can’t put any effort in, I won’t receive any return. I refuse to help myself, the truth is I’ll never learn. I can’t put any effort in, I won’t receive any return. When I’m blinded by the smoke from all my bridges burned. My words aren’t worth the paper they’re printed on. I’ve broken down on the floor. I’ve put holes in walls Lamenting in the fact That I brought this on myself. So as I sit here on a winters night all alone, losing feeling in my toes because of the cold. Replaying every stupid fucking lie that I told. Lamenting in the fact that I brought this on myself.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
