I woke up today in London. As the plane was touching down. And all I could think about was Monday. And maybe Id be back around. . If this keeps me away much longer.
Show me the road and I will find my own. You build your bridges and I'll burn down. So far away and all alone I roam. I'm taking chances in the here and now.
Lay me down, wash this blood off of my hands for me. While I cry out. Don't let me die before I go to sleep. I can't keep going but I cannot start again.
Seven days, underpaid, gotta give it up. Got no time for this life that I'm livin' up. Shackled down, kicked around now slave to the grind. Need some time for myself.
There's a difference in spending time with me. And killing time while I'm there. On too many people and too many things. And it makes me feel like hell.
Theres too much work and Im spent. Theres too much pressure and I'm bent. I've got no time to move ahead. Have you heard one thing that Ive said. . And all these little things in life.
If you could step into my head. Tell me, would you still know me?. And if you woke up in my bed. Tell me, would you hold me?. . Or would you simply let it lie?.
I wanted to find somewhere to hide. And I opened up and let those fears inside. And I wanted to be anyone else. Only to find that there was no one there but me.
She said, "Life's a lot to think about sometimes. When you're living in between the lines. And all the stars are sparkling, shine everyday". . He said, "Life's so hard to move in sometimes.
Im walking a wire, it feels like a thousand ways I could fall. To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you cant take it all. When everything is said and done, I wont have one thing left.
I have pulled out my heart, laid it right here for you,. And I tried so hard, that's the best that I can do,. Please understand I am not who I was,. You used to be all that I had, now you're just not what I need,.
It feels like something I didn't weigh. And maybe I had something to do with it. There's not much that I can say. But there sure is something I've got to prove to you.
How do you know where you're going. When you don't know where you've been?. You hide the shame that you're not showing and you won't let anyone in. A crowded street can be a quiet place when you're walking alone.
I guess I just got lost being someone else. I tried to kill the pain, nothing ever helped. I left myself behind somewhere along the way. Hoping to come back around to find myself someday.
It's the same thing. It's the same thing every time. Your way or nothing. It's a shame that. It's a shame that all this time. Things could have been much better here.
Heavy eyes heavier skin. Can't describe this place that I'm in. Don't look down don't look back. Can't lose hope can't lose track. Reach inside pull out the cold.
What happens to a man when he spills his heart over a page. And he watches words float away then. His feelings lie on a page alone. . There waiting for someone who cares to read them.
It's gonna rain some days I know. And things are gonna hurt sometimes that's for sure. But I won't get turned around 'cause I keep moving on. I think my mind plays tricks on me.
The open wound she hides. She just keeps it bundled up and never lets it show. She can't take much more of this but she can't let it go. That's okay, she don't want the world.
she walks through the city. noone recognises her face. they don't want her pity. noone ever mentions her name. she's carried the broken. her scars have no name in her heart.