Coming over to your house I see you waiting.
Turning over all the things I used to treasure.
Falling into something new and undertermined.
Not to worry, second best is not the end of life.

Burning bridges, empty words but not forgotten.
Empty fridges, dusty rooms and burning ashtrays.
Failing for you, taking every chance to prove it.
Got to worry see the things I cherish start to slip.

I don't know what you want me to be,
'cause you push me around till I can't even breathe.
I don't know what you are doing to me.
You habe turned me into somthing ugly and cheap.

Indecision, tender words with hidden meanings.
Try to listen, tolling bells is all I'm hearing.
Count the hours till they fade and all's forgotten.
In the passion nothing seemed to matter at the time.




Ваше мнение



Капча