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• Artiste: Bayonet
• Titre: New York Minutes
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Is this depression Who loves attention When I'm knocked down I don't get the chance to live Is this karma Or it payback? Hope is I know will cure me 'Cause I just want to know myself I just want to love myself Looking back, I would fade It was something to blind me from The emptiness and pain So what's the point to all this mess? When a face worth shaving Is worth a soul worth saving I give it all to keep distance From my lover scorn my father You know what it made me I'll never be set free A little bit of guiltiness With the person you lay in bed with All their secrets really feel pathetic It takes a lot to feel this close If I had, If I had, If I had If I had a choice Everybody wants to believe That their life really is filled with meaning (When will I be free?) I wish I could, wish I could say everything That I feel, without judging Cruel world in my eyes 'Cause then I just might disguise Speak with honesty Set my own heart free It's just like I said before Is it worth even keeping score? 'Cause everything that I ever did was a mistake! I really wish that I was better than this I still want something that I probably won't get It doesn't matter who you are at the start It matters who you are when everything falls apart I live my life like I'm going to hell So when I get there I won't fell like I failed From the highs, through the lies At least I know what you're doing A simple point, a simple fate But I can't keep my hopes with me