At The Park

Subseven

It rips me up – spits me out – I'm messed up – in this rut - 
Caught up in this system – put down as another victim -
My fingernails are fading away – and my hair is looking lazy - 
But that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy - 

Chours:
This time I have don't feel my own - 
This life I live feels like a joke. - 
But still I try to take control - 
Still on my own, all alone - 

Here I go again – go – I lie awake - 
In my car – at the park – I –I run away - 
It's half past three and I can't sleep - 
Looking up at the stars – looking up in the dark - 

This time I have don't feel my own - 
This life I live feels like a joke - 
But still I try to take control - 
Still on my own, all alone

My stereo turns on trying to ignore you
But i still hear your voice
Everything will be okay,you say
Everythings going to change,you say

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