Besedila: Bleeding Through. Number Seven With A Bullet.

Walk alone, I stare at the footprints of my life
And I think I lost you, when I began to run away
So far, so far away from home
Your approval, was the only crown I seek

I no longer doubt myself
Too long
I've walked in shadows of my worst enemies
So was it worth the game to lose our purities?

Won't wear the crown of thorns
Won't wear the mask of Judas
I'll never be who you want me to be
You'll never see the beauty I see

Mark me for death
Mask me for torture
Mark me for death

I'll stare at the footprints, and you, so far away
I no longer doubt myself
Too long, I've walked in shadows of my worst enemies
So was it worth the game to lose our purities?

Won't wear the crown of thorns
Won't wear the mask of Judas
I'll never be who you want me to be
You'll never see the beauty I see

Mark me for death
Mask me for torture
Mark me for death
Mask me for torture

I hope you see my face on your fucking death bed
I hope you see my face on your death bed

You played the role of the angel, now you'll see my face in hell
You fooled my mind with your selfish ambition
Bitch, you played the role of the angel, now you'll see my face in hell
You played the role, you played the role of the saint
Now you'll see my face, my face in hell

Walk alone, I stare at the footprints of my life
And I think I've lost you, when I began to run away
So far, so far away from home
Your approval, was the only crown I seek

I no longer doubt myself
Too long
I've walked in shadows of my worst enemies
Was it worth the game to lose our purities?

Won't wear the crown of thorns
Won't wear the mask of Judas
I'll never be who you want me to be
You'll never see the beauty I see