I'm falling from the sky, the gravity, the spin I hate the chaos but it's where it all begins My early days, always got my way I brought it on myself, the kid with crooked face
My map of failure covers every inch of skin I want to carve it clean, where do I begin?
I'm old and jaded now, perhaps I've seen too much And nothing's going to change my world back to the way it was
I've got so much to say, I want to sing and scream But I fall mute because you're listening to me
Look away, look away, it's unimportant, hey Look away, look away, kid with crooked face
I tried to get along, but all I got were scars I ended happiness by blocking out the stars
Look away, look away, it's unimportant, hey Look away, look away, kid with crooked face
Compositor: Robert Arthur Mould (Mould Bob) (BMI)Editor: Granary Music (BMI)Administração: Bourgoise-music Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #15587977 em 09/Abr/2024