Jul 2010
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the world.
I see the faces from the bus station single me out. In the spotlight like Y life is a crime. I want to hide. I try to explain my problems to them. But they can't understand. What am I supposed to do then. I'll remain sleep walking through all mysery. Tripping on my shoe laces not tied. And breaking away from mis deeds. In this I confide.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the world.
Maybe you can help maybe you have heard my cry. But could to care less of this mess that you left out in the mud. When I was the potters clay. But till this day why did you make me. I'm asking what is so real. About how I feel. Oh so scared Is what's unseen.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the hurt.
I'm a stranger. A curious undecided answer. Your decision where shoild i be placed next. Am I riddle that you can't figure out. throw me to the ditches and discard my thoughts. From the fustration of it all. Will you find me lost. I'll finnally trust in the cost of your blood.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm waiting for the turn of the century to pass by me
I see the faces from the bus station single me out. In the spotlight like Y life is a crime. I want to hide. I try to explain my problems to them. But they can't understand. What am I supposed to do then. I'll remain sleep walking through all mysery. Tripping on my shoe laces not tied. And breaking away from mis deeds. In this I confide.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the world.
Maybe you can help maybe you have heard my cry. But could to care less of this mess that you left out in the mud. When I was the potters clay. But till this day why did you make me. I'm asking what is so real. About how I feel. Oh so scared Is what's unseen.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm stuck in the middle of the hurt.
I'm a stranger. A curious undecided answer. Your decision where shoild i be placed next. Am I riddle that you can't figure out. throw me to the ditches and discard my thoughts. From the fustration of it all. Will you find me lost. I'll finnally trust in the cost of your blood.
Chorus Every things a fog. All I done so wrong. Whatevevers left is hard. Everythings not fair. Everyone upstairs. Every emotion I feel is just A fear. But if I hold on tight, if I speak my mind. Maybe this will better in the end. Cause this picture right here is a blur. And I'm waiting for the turn of the century to pass by me
