5 acessos
Maybe there's a way
I can pick it up and save it
Reconstruct the promises that I once made
Oh, but god knows I'm fading
I'm still wasting away
Stretching my skin over concrete
Watching the past fall down at my feet
And in the lost and found I was waiting
Waiting for someone to carry me home
Or away, just anywhere away from here
So I can finally fucking breath
There's got to be a way
There's got to be a way
I'd like to believe that I'm not crazy
But I'm not sure anymore
Of course they say the past is always haunting
But I'm not the same anymore
Because it's not the same
No it's not the same
I'd like to believe I'm not crazy
I'd like to believe in anything