6 acessos
Why do I surprise myself and choose
To throw my blessings in the wind and lose?
My love, my grace
Have been erased;
Instead I dwell with wounds.
We decorate the wall inside our tomb...
Why do I surprise myself and use
My heart for things it wasn't meant to do?
My love, my grace
Will leave this place,
And sink into my shoes.
Drag behind each time I try to move...
I have done this to
Keep my lovers true.
I believe...
Hey!
I have done this to
Keep my lovers true...
Oh...oh...
We are (we are, we are) all Atlas's in need.
We look (we look, we look) for shoulders on which to lean
This heavy-
Wait, but I'm confused.
We bear a burden that we're trying hard to lose.
(On our backs!)
Let the people choose.
The weight was given as a gift but we refuse;
You can take it back.
Why do I surprise myself and choose?