Going around in circles again. Pedal to floor, back in the seat, purpose and will verus modern machine. and the weight of my feet the sweat on my face
Gotta get from a point of pressure, to a point of no return, to turn me inside out. Brother, please tell the others, please. There are others that don
's a crack on the inside, and i start to play NOW! my fingers stuck over stood my stay,NOW!x3 my world is bent from this development,this development.
I dont know how to say to make you understand that when i turn my head to look I wanna see your hands. You used to care. In the beginning, it felt like
Forearms can't cover up lies in hiding. Counting makes the only sound, while I wait for hours to be found. So much for making up rules while we're playing
Making choices and hoping that they're all right. Hating waiting for something to make this worth the waiting... and what are you waiting for? Any advice
What I do makes the worst of you ...and a good situation gone bad from the start: a classification that slowly tears us apart. Forget about polite, hurry
I'll take back what is left of what you had barley enough to keep me dead. Tell me how to make some sense of the the mess you left me with. You used
One more problem. How you've got them. All tied up with a million things to do. One is someone else. I hate that it had to come to this so fast. Two
Gotta make the list of what is best gotta make the fist and beat against have to leave an impression do you have a suggestion? i'm all out of good
"Just be patient" the best advise I did not take. "Super stellar first impression" i did not make. My own insecurities are not as bad as you make them
Trying to find the words. Making your mind up from what you've heard. Winding down, you're just finding what indifference you're having today. Make your
, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play. Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay. Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development.
Превод: Nonpoint. Развитие.
Going around in circles again. Pedal to floor, back in the seat, purpose and will verus modern machine. Passing the slow, defeating the weak, all with
Now, theres a crack on the inside, and i start to play. Now, my fingers stuck, over stood my stay. Now, Now, Now, my world is bent from this development
What I do makes the worst of you. And a good situation gone bad from the start: a classification that slowy tears us apart. Forget about polite, hurry
