Letra

Looking back in my childhood Wasn't too bad but it wasn't that great I carry the luggage like a bag of bricks Feels like it's holding me down again Staring down a pitch black road Painted lines show me the direction Sun is burning on my face Sun is setting me on fire Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me where to run I can't find my way back home Lost my head down there somewhere Could we just be gone alone Lived in doubt and fear I've shown Gazing down a long grey road I see the stop sign way up ahead Sun is burning on my face Sun is setting me on fire Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me where to run Nobody told me where to go Nobody told me, nobody told me Same old shit, different day Gotta get up, gotta get up Same old shit, different day Gotta get up, gotta get up Same old shit, different day Gotta get up, gotta get up Same old shit, different day Gotta get up, gotta get up
Writer(s): Wesley Scantlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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