الكلمات
كلمات للدراسة
Every time I fall, I'm a little less me and a little bit more of you
And everywhere I go, there's a little less there and a little bit more to lose
Did you ever wonder why?
I can't decide if I'm a little bit dead or a little bit guarded
Cause even when I try, you and I are a little less there and just discarded
If we collapse
Under all the weight
Of our self-importance
What if it's too late
I threw it all away
It doesn't make it better
Why am I the ostracized?
Maybe I can change
If I put it back together
