Time feels like I've been back in jail Like I was doin' time or even killed Spend all night on bended knee Just to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight No giving and no winning One time could be the only time Should we decide to end the misery
Time heals all of the burned out bridges Filled with nothing more than misery I wear the mask of the embattled son Trying to beg for something to believe
Left home with a pack of clothes without a family tree
This fight could be the last fight No giving and no winning One time could be the only time Should we decide to end the misery
Break the chains of featherweights and giants With disdain for everlasting liars They'll refrain when we spit out the fire And start living, living, living my friend
This fight could be the last fight No giving and no winning One time could be the only time Should we decide to end the misery
This fight could be the last fight No giving and no winning One time could be the only time Should we decide to end the misery
Compositor: Velvet RevolverPublicado em 2007 (01/Jul)ECAD verificado fonograma #6253960 em 28/Out/2024