Besedila:
Hundred Reasons Shatterproof Is Not A Challenge

Please lift the weight off us destroy and leave it all behind pour your hands and make believe so we could plot the course Divine make your matchstick

knows its wasted the Temper means that you don't hold on for My sympathy that isn't me I seem to redefine Through lack of confidence so take a hold

me and stare, I am not here to save you from it all, Well, why is it you always have to stare It does not mean I will not ever fall. Heart bleeds for

same when you walk away I will always care And when you would see me now we dust off the severed senses and pull things so closely now it does not matter

the wrong that your do go unimpaired you should hope that The ground will not swallow Not I lay down and try to sleep but its difficult without a drink

Stories with unhappy endings Is your life so prefect that you would not fall down with crushed humility? The sorrows of others that fuels you to judge us a