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Every night
you wrote another line
with a bloody broken bottle
and every day
you wish it away
why dont you
pull the pin on that grenade you coddle
i wanted to believe
bodies swingin from trees
strugglin to stand
with your head in your hands
a stoic last stand of a dying man
I wanted to believe as i watched your world crumble in your hands
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
and i wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
i did not understand
Every night
the questions poured out
of your wounded eyes
damn dark things
every day
you used to pray
listen to the black raven sing
you wanted to believe
as you were falling to your knees
struggling to stand
with your life in your hand
the sad last stand of a broken man
I wanted to believe as i as watched your world crumble in your hand
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
i wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
i did not understand
I wanted to believe as i watched your world crumble in your hands
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
i wanted to believe that you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
I did not understand
and the questions poured out
and the questions pour out
[out of your body]
did not understand
[and spilled on your floor]
did not understand
[pushing you down x2]
did not understand
[holding you down x2]
did not understand
the sound of you falling
did not understand
as the trembling heart of a dying man
did not understand
The sound of a trembling heart
Todas las noches
que escribió otra línea
con una botella rota con sangre
y todos los días
usted lo desea distancia
¿por qué usted no
tire de la clavija de la granada que mimar
Yo quería creer
Swingin cuerpos de los árboles
Strugglin de pie
con la cabeza en sus manos
una postura estoica pasado de un moribundo
Yo quería creer cuando vi su mundo desmoronarse en sus manos
Yo quería creer que usted levantó su copa a la última posición
y yo quería creer que iba a ganar la guerra en la cabeza que yo no entendía
Yo no entendía
Todas las noches
las preguntas derramado
de sus ojos heridos
maldita cosas oscuras
todos los días
que solía rezar
escuchar el cuervo negro cantar
que quería creer
a medida que caían de rodillas
luchando de pie
con su vida en la mano
el stand de triste pasado de un hombre roto
Yo quería creer que yo observaba como su mundo se derrumban en la mano
Yo quería creer que usted levantó su copa a la última posición
Yo quería creer que iba a ganar la guerra en la cabeza que yo no entendía
Yo no entendía
Yo quería creer cuando vi su mundo derrumbarse en
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Johnette Napolitano
Suicide Note
Suicide Note
Every night
you wrote another line
with a bloody broken bottle
and every day
you wish it away
why dont you
pull the pin on that grenade you coddle
i wanted to believe
bodies swingin from trees
strugglin to stand
with your head in your hands
a stoic last stand of a dying man
I wanted to believe as i watched your world crumble in your hands
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
and i wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
i did not understand
Every night
the questions poured out
of your wounded eyes
damn dark things
every day
you used to pray
listen to the black raven sing
you wanted to believe
as you were falling to your knees
struggling to stand
with your life in your hand
the sad last stand of a broken man
I wanted to believe as i as watched your world crumble in your hand
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
i wanted to believe you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
i did not understand
I wanted to believe as i watched your world crumble in your hands
i wanted to believe as you raised your glass to your last stand
i wanted to believe that you would win the war in your head that i did not understand
I did not understand
and the questions poured out
and the questions pour out
[out of your body]
did not understand
[and spilled on your floor]
did not understand
[pushing you down x2]
did not understand
[holding you down x2]
did not understand
the sound of you falling
did not understand
as the trembling heart of a dying man
did not understand
The sound of a trembling heart
Johnette Napolitano
Suicide Note
Suicide Note
Todas las noches
que escribió otra línea
con una botella rota con sangre
y todos los días
usted lo desea distancia
¿por qué usted no
tire de la clavija de la granada que mimar
Yo quería creer
Swingin cuerpos de los árboles
Strugglin de pie
con la cabeza en sus manos
una postura estoica pasado de un moribundo
Yo quería creer cuando vi su mundo desmoronarse en sus manos
Yo quería creer que usted levantó su copa a la última posición
y yo quería creer que iba a ganar la guerra en la cabeza que yo no entendía
Yo no entendía
Todas las noches
las preguntas derramado
de sus ojos heridos
maldita cosas oscuras
todos los días
que solía rezar
escuchar el cuervo negro cantar
que quería creer
a medida que caían de rodillas
luchando de pie
con su vida en la mano
el stand de triste pasado de un hombre roto
Yo quería creer que yo observaba como su mundo se derrumban en la mano
Yo quería creer que usted levantó su copa a la última posición
Yo quería creer que iba a ganar la guerra en la cabeza que yo no entendía
Yo no entendía
Yo quería creer cuando vi su mundo derrumbarse en
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
