Из альбома: Something to Smile About
I left a letter on the dresser saying “I’ll be home soon”,
this repetition has you sitting all alone in our room,
but understand I’m like a bottle at sea,
like a vessel with a message waiting for the world to read
Turnaround, I feel like I could use a change,
I’d finally have a chance to breathe
Everything I’ve ever known
I’ve sacrificed with hopes I’d find a turnaround
A million things to say but somehow only a few words fit,
I want to make a change, instead I’ve ripped this notebook to shit
‘cause I’ve been trying to find the perfect sentence,
that’ll finally make a difference, may their eyes and ears be open
If only I could show you, let you open up my mind,
dig your nails into the back of my brain and separate the spine,
you’d see that I only want what’s best,
I want to be the voice that makes it’s way right inside their chest