Besedila: The Suicide Machines. Break the Glass.

Breaking, myself

There?s something about myself I can?t control
Yet it happens time and time again when I?m trying to be
Well I smash it down and break it down when I?m trying to be
Well it?s such a shame it?s sad to say there?s nothing to see there

I don?t wanna talk about it
?Cause you know I can?t live without it
It?s a stupid fucking shame and every time I think about it
I think I?m so lame

I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
Down!

What?s your story, what?s your sign, no I can?t agree?
Well you know you?ll never get it in this life for free
You can blow it down and break the glass break my heart in two
But you?d better be prepared its such a shock, there?s nothing there

Fill me up because I?m empty
Why couldn?t I just have kept me?
You know it really fucking sucks
When I try to talk about it the words seem to get stuck

I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
Down!

I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
I break the glass, I break it down
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