Текст песни Smith George - A Better Place
Smith George - A Better Place слова песни
I`d like to tell you a storycome sit with me here by the seaI cant promise it wont be a long onebut I need you here to listen to meI cant make sense of all that I`m feeling& I dont expect you to understandbut when you`re feeling like nothing else matters...You`re asking me all the wrong questionsits true that you dont understandBut I can`t help the way that I`m thinkingand I know that you`re mad but dont cry if you canDon`t think that I`m being an outcastor just another teenage whoreCos if I knew of some other way out thereI wouldn`t be with you now up here up high up onSome people say there is but one way outI disagree can`t you hear me shoutI`m sick of the looks and I`m sick of the staresI`m sick of the ones that glance into the airI`m sick of those tight-fisted wannabe fucksHow can you love when you`re sick of yourself?I`m sick of the looks that I`m gettingCos I`m the only one with enough balls to be braveI`m sicker than sick of just feeling this waythinking that there must be something that`s better that`s out thereWhat is out there???Nothing is out there...-I`d like to sit by the ocean,curl up with a needle or 2I think that you know what I`m getting at...