The Wayside 歌词

Swing, swing Swing by a thread Why do the things that I love Always leave me for dead? Everytime I get knocked down, face to the floor From rolling my dice Playing tug of war Don't let me fall (Don't let me, don't let me) No, don't let me fall by the wayside Creep, creep through the dead of the night The hardest of times bring the strangest delight You got to burn baby burn when the grass is dry If I go down in flames call it the fourth of july Don't let me fall (Don't let me, don't let me) No, don't let me fall by the wayside Ring, ring, it rings in my head That one little voice, I'd pay to forget Oh yeah it moves like venom running cold in my veins I rather sleep by myself and die from the pain Don't let me fall (Don't let me, don't let me) No, don't let me fall by the wayside