No one here has much to say, we weren’t listening anyway
But I got a feeling things are about to get much worse, before they get worse
I’m not too good at feeling good, at least not the way I thought I would
And this ugly winter’s been creeping into my fall, and I hit a wall where…
Nothing seems to matter and no one seems to bother anymore
But I’ve been down this road once before, and I’ve stared down the barrel of my heart
It broke completely when I shifted the blame, but I guess fools we don’t change
Don’t listen to me, because I’ll let you down
Maybe a better man would bet on this losing hand, but I’d rather fold and walk away on my own legs while they can carry me
worse
winter
while
where
weren
heart
rather
feeling
smiled
would
least
creeping
carry
couldn
fools
bother
completely
broke
guess
nothing
barrel
about
change
blade
because
before
wanna
anyway
again
better
twisted
blame
thought
listen
matter
waiting
listening
losing
shifted
maybe
please
seems
anymore
something
things
think
stared
stopped
victims
there
sweetly
villains
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