Speak of the years of growing weary.. I'll take this to the end And watch the waves crash over me
Speak of the years of growing weary I'll take this to the end And watch the waves crash over me
I feel oh so over, come With enough, time To turn it all around And I'm picture perfect See the way, I've come A sick sicker, illustration My eyes roll back and focus, on what today I cant still stand if you leave the hand to praise me I'll take this on my own I'll take this on my own I'll take this on
