Drukuj
Damaged
Artysta: Goldfinger
When I come home
I know it`s you that I`ll find
Pacing the floors once again
I know that I`m bored
I`m staying in bed too long
Counting the holes in the door
Damaged is the way I feel
My life is running away
Alone I`m a mess
I don`t care how long it`s been
I know I`m just wasting away
The clothes on the floor
Just like the mountains outside
The prison I live every day
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel
I want to know if this is real
All of these things that I feel
When I come home
I know it`s you that I`ll find
Pacing the floors once again
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Drukuj