The Story Of ______ – Edgewater – letras

Your evil eyes with your glass shaped prizeYou smell of smoke with your dirty clothesWe’re all afraid of your twelve-step stageYou lose control and you won’t let goYou say we’re weak, but you can’t even speakYou scream your words and they don’t flowYour killer rage feels so much painYou’re one last tick of a time bombAnd I’ll someday I willBleed the story ofThe times you took from meAnd I will bleed the story ofThe youth you wasted meI finalize that one last time I’ve gone away and found my homeYou feel ashamed for the life you claimWe’ve said goodbye and you’re all aloneYou compromise with the letters you writeBut ink is dry and we’re way too strongYou give a rose for the stones you’ve thrownAnd that’s a shame ’cause you’re to lateAnd I run on, run on, run on, run on out’Cause I don’t want to be that wayRunning from the thingsI’ve seen running from the name of shameMy silver eyes with my brand new lifeThe memory stays as I go onAnd all the seams that wereripped from me have bound their strandsAnd I’ll do no harmAnd someday I’ll find a way to trade that painAnd all that’s wrong about a man who raised his handAnd I can’t get that out my head