Žodžiai dainai: Mindy Smith. Long Island Shores. Out Of Control.

The blood is dried and the wounds are high
The scars are settling in
So I keep the light low and they still show
I sink [Incomprehensible]

And what it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me and turning me
Spinning me so out of control

I don't wanna let go
I don't wanna let go

I don't know what for but these open doors
Keep slamming in on me
And if life's a joke then it's getting old
And I hope God's looking out for me

And what it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me and turning me
Spinning me so out of control

I don't wanna let go
I don't wanna let go

And what it means, what it really means
It's time I let everything go
That's killing me and turning me
Spinning me so out of control

I don't wanna let go
I don't wanna let go

The blood is dried and the wounds are high
The scars are settling in