An obvous display of feelings that have dissipated And I don't have a clue where to start You wouldn't let me near you, so I settled for the fear that You'd be happy with me six feet in the ground
I will crash when your mood defeats me Circle of trash swirls around beneath me I feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me Stuck in a place that I don't remember Was it Sunday or last November I feel paralyzed most every time you come around to meet me
Emotions vaporize, they disappear before my eyes I wish for things that sadly have come true So if I tried to make it right, and if I found my appetite I'd eat away at all the pain I seem to bring to you
Compositor: Robert Arthur Mould (Mould Bob) (BMI)Editor: Granary Music (BMI)Administração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15588893 em 09/Abr/2024