Kredity
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Joseph Mitchell
Songwriter
Texty
I've got a box that is labeled
"Don't look at these"
It's filled with old pictures of you and our memories
And pictures of an old head wound i received
Documented for police
Now i sit here all night
And i throw little things at the wall
It's been quite some time
Since anything's stuck at all
I'm such a waste
Broken legged wild animal
All of the traces are now barely visible
My mind erases you
I keep on tracing you
Won't you sing back the tune?
Why do i bother you?
You were so nice
Now you won't even answer to plea's
I was so strong
But now look at me down on my
I had a vice
And now its become everything
I had a voice
But now no one's listening
Now i sit here all night
And i throw little things at the wall
It's been quite some time
Since anything's stuck at all
I'm such a waste
Broken legged wild animal
All of the traces are now barely visible
My mind erases you
I keep on tracing you
Won't you sing back the tune?
Why do i bother you?
Written by: William Joseph Mitchell