Słowa
słowa do nauczenia się
Their subtle voices on the wind
Asking me the same old things
They don't wanna be there for the come down
But they sure do wanna see it
Caught me feeling so damn empty
But you never will admit it
You like me better on the outside
So you don't have to deal with it
You're casting stones in my direction
Gotta check on what I do
I'm surrounded by glass houses
Just trying to see what I've been through
Just kick rocks, kick rocks
'Til your heart starts beating
Chew glass, chew glass
'Til your mouth stops bleeding
I can tell you stories
