No one would love me. If they knew all the things I hide. My words fall to the floor. As tears drip through the telephone line. . And the hands I've seen raised to the sky.
No one would love me. If they knew all the things I hide. My words fall to the floor. As tears drip through the telephone line. . And the hands I've seen raised to the sky.
Looking back at the road so far. The journey's left its share of scars. Mostly from leaving the narrow and straight. . Looking back, it is clear to me that.