Слова:
Itchy Poopzkid Heart To Believe

Wasted time, wasted words, Pent-up thoughts until it hurts. I fake a smile and I try to find my way out. Feels so bad, so bad to see that you are way

there's just one thing left to say. But I don't wanna give up. So I'll speak up to you: "Together we can change it, believe in me it`s true!" Stand up

Here I go once again. I've learned my lesson. I almost broke my neck and you're about to bring me down. I'm starring at my shoes without expression.

I'm sick of all the tension, the fighting not to mention. I'm so sick of hating you. The fucking way we argue, the fucking wish to kill you makes me

When all you feel is wasted and no change in sight. No plans for revolution, even the words don't come out right. na na na na na na na na na But not

What's the use of killing time and getting up today? The bosses got lined-up all fine to my dismay. What about this dreadful noise ringing in my head

again. Do what I did a long time ago, when what I said, yeah, what I said was... Circulating, love is fading on and on, heart is breaking, no forsaking

Yesterday night started with a smile of the girl, that's sleeping right by my side. I wanted I needed to make her mine for such a long time It seemed