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Artiste:
Our Own Ghosts
Titre:
The Breaking Point
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Packed my things up, And left them by the door With the fairy tales and the folklore. Good intentions of which I couldn't grasp And bottled dreams I could never have. I walk towards the door with a heart so heavy, When I reach for the floor I'm all alone. Then I realize through all the truth and the lies Yours is the only voice That I still hear. I'm walking away I'm sorry every day But the pain and despair Is my own cross to bear So turn away Turn away As I walk by all the seeds that I have sewn And the ground that I once called a home I'm reminded of all the plans that I had made (Remind me why I did this) And the flowers that have since decayed (Remind me why I did this) I walk out that door with a heart so heavy. When you ask for more I turn to stone. Then I realize Through all the truth and the lies Yours is the only voice That I still hear. I'm walking away (I'm not quite what you say) I'm sorry every day (I have no words to say) But the pain and despair Is my own cross to bear So turn away (I'm not built this way) Turn away (I'm not built this way) I am a man of my mistakes And they lay in shallow graves I'm still looking for a way To apologize for the mess I made, For the words I wrote and played. So I salt my wounds and lick them clean And pray for some sort of amnesty But there's no room at all To even try and solve this mystery in me. I'm walking away (I'm not quite what you say) I'm sorry every day (I have no words to say) But the pain and despair Is my own cross to bear So turn away (I'm not built this way) Turn away (I'm not built this way) I am a man of my mistakes (still followed by a past that isn't through with me) And they lay in shallow graves