Dashboard Confessional - This bitter pill
Tekst :
Walking away.
It s not the same as running.
Is it to you know that you ve run in this ground.
And you say take this.
This medicine is just what you deserve.
Swallow, choke, and die.
And this bitter pill is leaving you
with such an angry mouth.
One that s void of all discretion
such an awful tearing sound.
With it s measure only equal by the power of my stare
glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair
is never wearing out.
It s wearing off
and it s leaving you with such a heavy heart
and a head to match.
The bottle is waiting
the cap is twisted begging to be used
and so are you.
Inne utwory
The ghost of a good thing Rapid hope loss For Justin Again i go unnoticed Anyone, anyone The places you have come to fear the most So beautiful I do Hey girl Keep watch for the mines Road rules apply Living in your letters This old wound The sharp hint of new tears I need a sure thing Brilliant dance Awake Losowe utwory
On the edge of insanity.
Lost from the world.
Sticking an hand into the soul, to disappear from this Earth.
Nervous again?
Do you want this whole hell to be?
You re running out of breath.
Do you see about me?
The drugs...
Robię w tym mieście rap i dbam o to
By żaden track nie był jak nieudany ? cioto
Skorpion to mój znak zodiaku
I choć czasem peklu brak, ja nie sprzedam tego rapu, tak
PDG, K do G, to mój nieśmiertelny skład
A w tej grze, nie zamierzam dawać złych...
You can’t know, oh no
you can’t know
how much I think about you, no
It’s making my head spin
Looking at you
and you are looking at me
and we both know what we want
hmmm, so close to giving in
Promised you a miracle
Belief is a beauty thing
Promises promises
As golden days break wondering
Chance as love takes a train
Summer breeze and brilliant light
One love she sees
He controls on love
Love sails to a new life
Wearing stripes arms up high
Tall as can be
Nothing more than a frozen smile to see
In the cage he ll defie all that s logical
Under lights stay up all night, with his formula
In the grip in the step of potential rage...