Testo di Wearing

Used to think that goodness was bound By an avenue Kept in doors off of a long hallway In small welcoming rooms But time divides and tastes they fix It's how the circle goes Just like a bag stuck in a tree I'm helplessly clinging on You're wearing me out I don't know what I'm doing here Friends are near and farther still Under razor palms You're dragging me around again saying 'Don't ever look down' You're wearing me out You're wearing me out I don't know what I'm doing here One away from being new I fear that everyone goes around it I hate that I'm not enough for you You're wearing me out