jacob slade st. paul şarkı sözleri
Old beat up Reeboks
On the way to St. Paul
It's the fear of life so normal
That scares me most of all
Or maybe it's just that
I can't live in my own skin
And the moments of dead silence
Eat at me from within
It's the tiresome expression
Of original contention to it all
At the forefront of our madness
And certain absence for ones we love
You can't help it
You fight the battle
At least the one you conjure up
And if you win it
I hope you feel that
All you've done has been enough
Why don't you take a moment
And face yourself
The tired eyes and sadness
Make you feel like someone else
Or maybe it's just that
You want things to change
But pervasive contradictions
Stand right in your way
It's the tiresome expression
Of original contention to it all
At the forefront of our madness
And certain absence for ones we love
You can't help it
You fight the battle
At least the one you conjure up
And if you win it
I hope you feel that
All you've done has been enough
