Paroles de The Things I Do

Hair of gold and eyes of blue Teach her how to be like you Magazines taped to her wall Easier to count her flaws One for dessert One for the hurt One for the blame of a life that's led by shame Beauty comes and beauty goes When comes hers? Oh, no one knows Failing grades, but it's okay No one's counting anyway One for the drink One so she won't think One punishing for the boy who said: Don't sing Clothing covers many scars Loathings covered at a bar Demons tell her with a shrug You are not worth being loved Lord, pull me through Break my chains and make me new Lord, show me truth so I'll never go back to The things I do Lord, pull me through I am so in love with you Lord, show me truth I will find my strength in you You make me new