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49 lines
1.4 KiB
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# Wrong Shoes
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Here comes the phase when
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You don't wanna see my face
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Beaten down, disgrace.
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Not ashamed. That's nice
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I'm so close to start telling my whole story
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Even knowing that no one will ever really listen to it
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Holy shit, I don't know where to start and what to say
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I fell like billions of eyes are now starting all at me
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All at once. But those belong to them dead.
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Am I still alive? What the fuck is wrong with it?
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I'm just keep going. But with every step I'm getting closer to them
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To whom? I'm not sure, I fell like everyday I am getting closer to death
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I'm loosing my consciousness, I'm falling down and hitting my head
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But even now the only thing I can think of is how can a man get away with that
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If nothing can be changed, I'm afraid to die in them wrong shoes
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In them wrong shoes, in them wrong shoes.
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I'll better walk barefoot that going out again in them wrong shoes
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Here comes the phase when
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I don't wanna have a face
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Because it's showing too much of that
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I don't want you to realize
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How can you bloody know
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What is the best way to run
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Away
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What is the best way to end
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A day
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When all you've got is a
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Memory
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Do me in and wipe me out
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Cut my veins and suck my blood
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Turn my flesh into the art
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Of tearing inseparable apart
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Off you go with all you know
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At least in hell, leave me alone
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I ain't got much strength to grow,
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So I was pushed fore I fall
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