Lina

Your wounds make you remember Black drops fall on the paper Light don't pass through these young eyes But your heart is racing Break me, break me, I will stand Till you realize you fight yourself Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе I'll see you in your grave The wounds I have will light my way And I'll speak for myself They won't leave Without leaving a trauma Their gifts are pain Their attention is drama What's going on in your head For how long will it be your torture?? And why is your past Stealing your future All of the tears, consumed by your sweater And all of the moments when you thought it'll be better Who crumpled your poems and threw them in the trash bin? You may forget it, but you know how it's always been Break me, break me, I will stand Till you realize you fight yourself Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе I'll see you in your grave The wounds I have will light my way And I'll speak for myself Who gave them the power To command and rule you? Don't let them follow And don't let them pursue Days can be harder And nights might be longer Fingers may drip But you have to be stronger Attempts to conquer? Every day a dozen They will judge all the time But it must change nothing 'Cause the things that we do make our lives worth living And sometimes it's 'bout remembering And never forgiving Break me, break me, I will stand Till you realize you fight yourself Now I'm wide awake, але не пробачу я тебе I'll see you in your grave The wounds I have will light my way And I'll speak for myself