Lyrics
it just depends where you are and who you re with
And find out that you are able, and that s beautiful to me every winning hand can lose
I ve spent my life trying to come to terms, and find out that you are able, i ll use my life to find peace and hope
I m too busy cleaning up the block, who you used to be is not who you are today
I can t hold on to an excuse that holds so dear to you, you can scratch out every angle
Every winning hand can lose, i ll use my life to find peace and hope Hotel, i m too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity
You said your scars took away from your beauty, i m too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity, saying sorry over and over to the one who pulled the trigger
i ll use my life to find peace and hope
i m too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity
keep your soul clean of your past oppression
Is this all i can do, if you fold in the play-through, i ve spent my life trying to come to terms
you can scratch out every angle
Sometimes it compliments, it just depends where you are and who you re with, and the weathering fall is just a bump in the road
I ve spent my life trying to come to terms, your opportunity for an exit
Who you used to be is not who you are today, i m too ready to bust open the lock and unleash my pity
With the selfish fact that i don t love you back, keep your soul clean of your past oppression, sometimes it compliments
I gave you security, i ve spent my life trying to come to terms, keep your soul clean of your past oppression
Saying sorry over and over to the one who pulled the trigger, i ll let the telephone ring Alcoholocaust, and the weathering fall is just a bump in the road
I ll let the telephone ring, those scars added to your character Hotel, keep your soul clean of your past oppression
love is not a threat
death is not an exit
You can scratch out every angle, is this all i can do, with the selfish fact that i don t love you back
I ll use my life to find peace and hope, if you fold in the play-through Alcoholocaust, sometimes it compliments
Love is not a threat, i ll let my instincts leave
I ll swallow my pride and know what it means to lose, if you fold in the play-through Hotel, i m too busy cleaning up the block
i ll let the telephone ring
you can scratch out every angle
Is this all i can do, i ve spent my life trying to come to terms
Who you used to be is not who you are today, you wanted excitement, your opportunity for an exit
if you fold in the play-through
Is this all i can do, you said your scars took away from your beauty