원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Missing pages of my stolen dreams
My self-fulfilling prophesy
I can’t escape what’s come before
The choices I’ve made
Tiny little skeletons hiding in their secret place
The place I run to in my mind
And I will run with the symphony
Of the poor little me in my head
And I will dance to the orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you in my bed
And I will scream at the flowers
For daring to be blooming near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best to just be
I replaced the honour given me
With self deceit, with apathy
I can’t escape what’s next to come
The choices I’ll make
Tiny shreds of self respect left behind, lost in neglect
What have I come to in my life
And I will run with the symphony
Of the poor little me in my head
And I will dance to the orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you in my bed
And I will scream at the flowers
For daring to be blooming near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best to just be
So afraid, full of fear
Of success, of a step
Of not being what I expect
So afraid, I hold me near
To my cave, my hiding place
Comfort in isolation
And I will run with the symphony
Of the poor little me in my head
And I will dance to the orchestral poundings
Of what used to be you in my bed
And I will scream at the flowers
For daring to be blooming near me
And I’ll wake up tomorrow not remembering what I’ve done
And I’ll try my very best to just be
