I guess it's tough, I guess I'm older
And everything must change
And all this hatred may just
make me strong enough
To walk away
They may chase me to the ends of the earth
But I've got you babe
And they may strip me of the
things that I've worked for
But I've had my say
So hear me now
I've enough of these chains
I know they're of my making
No one else to blame for where I stand today
I've no memory of truth
But suddenly the audience is so cruel
So God, hey God you know why I'm through
Post je objavljen 09.01.2009. u 13:32 sati.