4 acessos
Shut up; you don't have to say anything.
It was my fault, my fault all along.
I dig in my heels and I can't let it go.
I just feel like this city's not my home.
My heart is a cage.
And my bones feel so strange.
Do I have to break down to break through?
Get lost to get where I need to.
Is this really what I agreed to?
Right now, nothing's clear.
And I just know I don't want to be here.
And I just know I don't want to be here.
I said: I'm staring at you.
Well now, you know how I feel.
Shaking, I'm shaking like salt.
If I'm stable as a stick.
I'll die now I might.
I'm sorry if I sometimes go off.
The streets are quicksand.
I would stay, but I can't.
Do I have to break down to break through?
Get lost to get where I need to.
Is this really what I agreed to?
Right now, nothing's clear.
And I just know I don't want to be here.
I'll come back; I will return.
A better firend, no tremors.
No tidalwaves, then...
Do I have to break down to break through?
Get lost to get where I need to.
Is this really what I agreed to?
Right now, nothing's clear.
And I just know I don't want to be here.
Do I have to break down to break through?
Get lost to get where I need to.
Is this really what I agreed to?
Right now, nothing's clear.
And I just know I don't want to be here.
And I just know I don't want to be here.