Counting reasons not to get up.
Yeah, between sheets all this shit shall end...
If only the world gave me a fucking chance,
I would follow the line and my dreams and I would secure them all.
You know I know about failure and the harder I try, the deeper I sink.
The sunrise is a crucifixion. The apostles still a painful weight.
Don’t get me started on sanctuaries, it burns to pronounce their names.
I don’t have to know, it’s alright, wether the thought of a friend or the taste of a smile could feel right.
I’m not leaving this place, I won’t fight.
And if I held the last straw, I’d still be the only winner in here.
I don’t need your concern, thank you for all.
Counting reasons not to get up, yeah, between sheets all this shit shall end...
If only you gave me a fucking break I would bear you at least, and I wouldn’t just lock up the doors.
Do you know how much I try ? It’s the run of the disrespected and I sprint here day after day.
If only you could know all the suffering I feel and all the pain I survived.
You were running as well and I told you to shut up.
