Dalszövegek
Three Days Grace On My Own

's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days that

goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days

goes Times goes on, and everybody grows Grew apart, had to part, went our own ways You chose the dope gaaaane, my microphone pays In many ways we were paid in the old days

There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for one of those days

rise in three days and Peter so afraid That he spoke out in rage, stop the land from speaking He said, "Whoever put his hand on my Lord, we'll kill 'em

soul in the process so and to you I say God bless seeing your face lets me see my own so why zone, and think about the days we got stolen in the staircases

boots But that's the best he can do now He's too proud to stay at the group home Was on his own since he was juvenile So he sleeps on the streets, using

rise in three days and Peter so afraid That he spoke out in rage, stop the land from speaking He said, "Whoever put his hand on my Lord, we'll kill 'em