I blame it on,
A slip of tongue,
On coveting the dead.
You sit and wait, for it to pass,
You turn away.
I got needles in my legs,
Up and down my arms and through my head.
I don't want to die,
Without a place to hide,
I don't want to die,
Don't want to die.
If you could see,
The way I am,
If you could see why I'm still here.
I'm falling off,
You're on your own
I know you're fine
I got needles in my legs,
Up and down my arms and through my head.
I don't want to die,
Without a place to hide,
I don't want to die,
Don't want to die.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN