Birds In Row Triste Sire

Counting reasons not to get up. Yeah, between sheets all this shit shall If only the world gave me a fucking chance, I would follow the line and my dreams and I would secure them all. You know I know about failure and the harder I try, the deeper I sink. The sunrise is a crucifixion. The apostles still a painful weight. Dont get me started on sanctuaries, it burns to pronounce their names. I dont have to know, its alright, wether the thought of a friend or the taste of a smile could feel right. Im not leaving this place, I wont fight. And if I held the last straw, Id still be the only winner in here. I dont need your concern, thank you for all. Counting reasons not to get up, yeah, between sheets all this shit shall If only you gave me a fucking break I would bear you at least, and I wouldnt just lock up the doors. Do you know how much I try Its the run of the disrespected and I sprint here day after day. If only you could know all the suffering I feel and all the pain I survived. You