Everytime I think, its alright,
You Hit me, you crush me,
The pages turn to give the sour bite.
And I fight to break free.
The wounds that you've left,
you will never see.
The trust that I have lost,
I will carry with me.
You Hit me, you crush me,
The pages turn to give the sour bite.
And I fight to break free.
The wounds that you've left,
you will never see.
The trust that I have lost,
I will carry with me.
