الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
The air is cold I'm getting old
And going nowhere
This job is shit
I wanna quit
But money is scarce
I'm on my knees begging please but you don't care
Everyday seems the same
Another blank stare
All I want is to be
To feel like theres a part of me
That still believes
And all my hopes and my dreams
To know that theres a heart that beats inside of me
Again
I hate this town
And all the sounds
That drive me crazy
I wanna run and buy a gun
