Paroles de 2:20

I tried to take the high road I tried to make my own I'm walking with my bare feet And feeling every stone I walk the narrow I walk the line right through the door I walk the tight rope But I'm just like I was before How am I supposed to Keep on standing tall When everything around me It falls apart I walk the narrow I walk the line right through the door I walk the tight rope But I'm just like I was before