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• Artiste: Senses Fail
• Titre: Early Graves
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I call to question, the things in question. I think I think too much; I think I'm sure. That that's a problem and that's a reason Why I always fucking shut the door On everyone I have ever loved before. I'm willing to just shut myself down, And let the good things go right under my door. I finally found a reason I can open up to something more. 'Cause I was always taking the salt from the sea, To water down the soil that's soaking deep. I was suffocating something inside of me When it just needed to breathe. I would never dare call myself brave. I have made a choice to walk my own way. I would die than choose to stumble the roads unpaved, Heading to an early grave. But if I question, all this in questions Will that just take me back to where I came from? 'Cause I don't want to ever feel that way again, that way again. 'Cause all that I got was a dead end heart Desperately conserving, searching roads in the dark For a spark to help me hit restart. 'Cause everything I do will come back to me times two. This is the first time that I've got something I don't wanna lose. 'Cause I was always taking the salt from the sea, To water down the soil that's soaking deep. I was suffocating something inside of me When it just needed to breathe. I would never dare call myself brave. I have made a choice to walk my own way. I would die than choose to stumble the roads unpaved, Heading to an early grave. Into an early grave. I feel like I have finally found the balance To rebound, and the waves in the sound they surround me, Like a net to catch me in the act. In the case and event that the present presents challenges over my head. 'Cause I was always taking the salt from the sea, To water down the soil that's soaking deep. I was suffocating something inside of me When it just needed to breathe. I would never dare call myself brave. I have made a choice to walk my own way. I would die than choose to stumble the roads unpaved, Heading to an early grave. Into an early grave.