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