It must seem | |
Permanent | |
It must seem | |
Important | |
It must take | |
All your control | |
Not to get | |
Obsessive | |
Just as pain becomes discomfort | |
Over time | |
What the human soul can tolerate | |
Is no surprise | |
Im rooted to my path | |
And Im blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
In the same way pain can become humor | |
Over time | |
The scars that time will wash away | |
Are no surprise | |
Im rooted to my path | |
And Im blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
I know youre inside | |
Because I can feel your life | |
Why is it I bleed so? | |
And you thought that these times | |
Were just ordinary |
It must seem | |
Permanent | |
It must seem | |
Important | |
It must take | |
All your control | |
Not to get | |
Obsessive | |
Just as pain becomes discomfort | |
Over time | |
What the human soul can tolerate | |
Is no surprise | |
I m rooted to my path | |
And I m blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
In the same way pain can become humor | |
Over time | |
The scars that time will wash away | |
Are no surprise | |
I m rooted to my path | |
And I m blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
I know you re inside | |
Because I can feel your life | |
Why is it I bleed so? | |
And you thought that these times | |
Were just ordinary |
It must seem | |
Permanent | |
It must seem | |
Important | |
It must take | |
All your control | |
Not to get | |
Obsessive | |
Just as pain becomes discomfort | |
Over time | |
What the human soul can tolerate | |
Is no surprise | |
I m rooted to my path | |
And I m blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
In the same way pain can become humor | |
Over time | |
The scars that time will wash away | |
Are no surprise | |
I m rooted to my path | |
And I m blinded on the sides | |
Why is it I feel so? | |
I have everything I want | |
The stuff of all my dreams | |
Why is it I need so? | |
I know you re inside | |
Because I can feel your life | |
Why is it I bleed so? | |
And you thought that these times | |
Were just ordinary |