Once you sell your soul to the devil, he holds the copyright (C)
читать дальшеSomedays are worse than others Somedays I can not feel a thing Someday I might just prove you wrong Something just might go my way Today I've got something to prove to you All these things I never do for you Is making you angrier every day Pushing me farther away
You make me a mess I can't keep it together Somehow, someway I'm gonna prove you wrong I'm gonna prove you wrong
Someday I might stay sober Figure out where I went wrong Make some sense of what's left of me Make a go of this alone I've got nothing left for you So sick of the the things you do Turn your back on me everyday You're pushing me farther away
You make me a mess I can't keep it together Somehow, someway I'm gonna prove you wrong I'm gonna prove you wrong
You make me a mess I can't keep it together I fall away I'm gonna prove you wrong