Žodžiai dainai: Itchy Poopzkid. Against The Wall.

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Wasted time, wasted words,
Pent-up thoughts until it hurts.
I fake a smile and I try to find my way out.

Feels so bad, so bad to see
that you are way different from me.
I can see myself watching you vanish in the crowd.

And you ask me what it's all about.
I don't know the answer.
Keep starring right against the wall.
I bite my lips and cut my tongue,
words are so damn useless.
You just don't understand at all.

Gleams of hope are passing by
and now I know I won't rely on anyone no more.
It always turns out wrong.

Pack your bags, take good care,
don't look back - become aware!
Nothing's real. I guess we knew it all along.

It always starts quite fine
and every time it feels alright.
I fall down again and I lose my trust
in anyone around:.
I'd tell you how it hurts inside,
but you just don't understand at all