Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late I hear the door slam shut, you've gone and now it's so late I can still feel the sting your hand across my face Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you Still I'm sitting alone again I feel I'm riding the same thing again And if I want to I can just shut up Now I know that I've got Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to I hear your car drive in the lot, it's 3 this morning I don't know how to feel or what to say or should I ask? Where have you been? What could I do? You're drunk, I'm sorry Then we lay down I feel so numb, I wish you'd kill me Still I'm sitting alone again I feel I'm riding the same thing again And if I want to I can just shut up Now I know that I've got Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to Fly off the handle once again and now it's too late I hear the door slam shut, you've gone and now it's so late I can still feel the sting your hand across my face Again the last thing that I wanted was to hurt you, yeah Still I'm sitting alone again I feel I'm riding the same thing again And if I want to I can just shut up Now I know that I've got nothing to prove to Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Nothing to prove to you, nothing to prove to you Still I'm fighting 'coz there's something to prove to you © MOJOLAND MUSIC; CHUMMING; LIT CHIMNEY; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com