
See, whoa, c’est la vie Maybe something’s wrong with me ...
See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free
But there's a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive
I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price too high
Open your arms and pray
To the truth that you're denying
Trzeba uczyć się grać nie od tych,którzy umieją robić instrumenty,ale od tych, którzy umieją na nich grać.
One bright sun, one big sky
Everyone, far and wide
For the rest of my life
I got to leave him
Why am I so emotional?
No it's not a good look, gain some self-control
If the heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
In this California king bed
We're ten thousand miles apart
Turn your magic on, To me she’d say
Everything you want’s a dream away