Whitley
Facade II
We never meant to be this badWe never meant to be this sadWe never meant to be a lot of things that were lurking in the darkI applaud the facade of every broken heartWhere dreams are just screams from a deep undying darkOr where sweet birds are the words of a worldThat hurled you down to the ground where you foundWhere you are nowWhere you found, solid groundBuy me a new set of shoesI'll write out a new set of rulesI'll feed you my heart and we will see if we can cure your diseaseI applaud the facade of every broken heartWhere dreams are just screams from a deep undying darkOr where sweet birds are the words of a worldThat hurled you down to the ground where you foundWhere you are nowWhere you found, solid groundI'm an altruist with a selfish handBut I know and I choose, am I something greater?I need something harder in my veins My blood won't help me from privileged pains
From Letras Mania