Tác giả : Sixpence None the Richer
Người đăng : administrator, 14 năm trước
These things which i so often wonder 
This need to create myself 
Frustration forgotten through slumber 
It's there when i wake 
Defeated before i rise 
I'd pull myself out of his mire 
If i could collect my strength 
Or muster an ounce of desire 
Finding the words, and making them mine 
 
Is there somewhere 
I could seperate this feeling from memory 
Disconnect myself from me? 
 
Desire inside to mistreat you 
It pushes words out of my mouth 
This cyclical pattern i feed you 
The back and forth, and up and down 
But still here you are 
 
Behind this veil of pious revelation 
I'll close my eyes and look for worth inside 
I don't deserve you 
 
Relinquishing hope for the future 
I try not to hate it so 
But you are a bridge to those memories 
I try to forget, if you only knew 
 
Is there somewhere to occupy emotion 
A room to keep my rage away from you? 
Just tell me when these hopeless days are over 
I'll open my eyes and see my new sun rise 
I don't deserve this