Come one and all and see the broken man, talkin to himself He sits and waits for something better, hell never find it here The people touch his hair and pinch his cheek, he cant even feel it There it goes again, hes listenin to someone He hears the bitter laughter and all he wants to know is Why does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore) Youve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better He wipes his hands on anything in reach, he never feels clean He shakes at night because his nerve is gone, every muscle hurts Come one and all and see what happened that broken man is me There it goes again, I can hear it louder It doesnt feel good anymore, all I want to know is Why does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore) Youve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better Now I know, I disappear I cant find my way from out of here Everything is fading on me Someone tell me, someone tell me Someone tell me Why does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore) Youve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better Why does any of it matter? (I cant take it anymore) Youve gotta try the inhale that makes the exhale so much better Why? Why, youve gotta try? Try?
Posted on: Thu, 13 Nov 2014 22:25:48 +0000
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015