Rise Against
the Good Left Undone
the fields where nothing grew but weeds i found a flower at my feet
planted there in my direction i wrapped a hand around its stem
i pulled until the roots gave in finding now what i been missing and i know
so i tell myself tell myself it's wrong there's a point we pass in which
we can't return i felt the cold rain of the coming storm all because you
i haven't slept in so long when i do i dream of drowning in the ocean
longing for the shore where i can lay my head down i'll follow your voice
all you have to do is shout it out
inside my hands these peddles bound dried up falling to the ground
but it was already to late now i pushed my fingers through the earth
return this flower to the dirt so it could live i walked away now
but i know not a day goes by when i don't feel this wrong there's a point
we pass in which we can't return i felt the cold rain of the coming storm all
because you i haven't slept in so long when i do i dream of drowning in the
ocean longing for the shore where i can lay my head down i'll follow your
voice all you have to do is shout it out
all because of you [x3]
i haven't slept in so long when i do i dream of drowning in the ocean longing
for the shore where i can lay my head down inside these eyes of yous all
because of you i believe in angels not the kind with wings no not the kind with halos the kind that
take you home when home becomes a strange place i'll follow your voice
all you have to do is shout it out.
2 komentarze:
ciekawy blog, bardzo ;) oserwuję
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Eh jakby to było takie proste!
Okna otworzyć nie mogę, bo jestem chora, a jestem chora, bo jest duszno.
Ja piszę do wszystkich, ale wiadomo jak to jest
"- cześć, co tam słychać, a podobno (...)?
- no, aha. Dobra, ja muszę spadać, bo mi się kot fajczy, cześć"
I jakoś tak.
A spać nie mogę, bo głowa boli :]
Życie jest piękne.
A czemu blog miałby być dla zaproszonych?
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