Flesh wound, flesh wound
With medication it will fade
Should I assume that someone hears me when I pray
Love full of hate
Don't you love how I break?
(Chorus)
Don't let them throw me away
Ah!
Keep me and I'll be okay
Ah!
Skipping a beat but it plays
Ah!
Don't let them throw me away
Ah!
Don't let them throw me away
Screwed up, used up
Crumble lying on the floor
Fucked up, shut up
All you did back then was score
I'm feeling weak
Missing parts
Incomplete
(Chorus)
Hold me up into the light
Fix the cracks and fix them right
Keep the pieces in the drawer
Keep them there forever more
May come in use for someday
Recycle this shit in someway
And all that I have to say
Don't let them throw me away
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?