Blind Melon -
lunes, 11 de abril de 2011
Find myself singing the same songs everyday, ones that make me feel good. When things behind the smiles ain't okay. Around and over and in-between the seas,I need to be on top of a mountain, Where I can see everything. 'Cause this paranoia's getting old. Now as I open my eyes to start another day.I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of excuses. My love for friends and family,you know I need them. And under a sun that's seen it all before. My feet are so cold, and I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again. But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them. Gonna take a breath and try again.