Vindication bleeds you from every pore Until hope runs out, until my feet leave the floor The first trance of that too familiar feeling Smiles and daggers
Vindiction bleeds you From every pore Until hope runs out Until my feet leave the Floor The first trance of That too familiar feeling Smiles and daggers
번역: Kittie. 경력 자살.
: Vindiction bleeds you From every pore Until hope runs out Until my feet leave the Floor The first trance of That too familiar feeling Smiles and daggers
Verse: Why do I do the things I do Why do I say the things I say Why am I this way Why do I run away from life Into all the wrongs and rights To you
Verse: Walk down that hall, take me to that room, shut the door and close the lights too Turn on the radio, take off that TV, sit me down and speak real
Welcome me into your family You try to show me the other side Show me what I've been missing You try to give me your life I' not trying to be the rebel
VERSE: Curtains swaying the window closed Ghost of the wind knocking at my door Is that you checking on me bring the fire to set me free CHORUS: Chill
VERSE The out of towners are finally home But they don?t realize it till they leave And you?re baby?s finally grown up But she?s not everything she thought
VERSE: I?m dancing in your story Find myself lost in the words I?m looking for the ending I?m looking for our happiness in the folds CHORUS: And it?
I don?t care what you?re saying Those aren?t my words anymore And I don?t see what you?re proving By walking out that door CHORUS And I don?t care what
Verse: It?s 6:30 in the morning and the neighbors walking his dog I?m trying to hide last night from your eyes Looking for permission to a door I already
Tender moments with a burnt out cigarette I 'm dying to know what doesn't happen next Your drunken kisses leave a bitter taste on my lips It doesn't
a matter of words You left me waiting, you left me undeciding You left me waiting, you left me waiting I hear a knock at the door And I don't care who
This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran. It fits me better than a smile on a dead man. Watch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional
Cobra cobra cobra dead weight cobra cobra cobra the world gets dropped, left covered in rust we'll rule it with an iron fist behind a drum beat again
It's been years since I sold my soul. What a life: no advice and no guidance. Worked through the weekend at my bullshit job with the pumps and the
