Paroles de They Will Throw Us To The Wolves

Your hands were broken But you wouldn't cry out As we tore your heart apart Should I thought of you with sadness? Or a small, small, price to pay But you should have known better Oh, I admit to no wrong! You should have understood I had no choice, no choice All winter You told me, "it's never enough to stay still" I thought you'd be proud of me Should I spell it out, spell it out now? You'll never be good enough So I'm getting out, getting out now