You try to move on but still you're perfecting failure There's always something in your way Was it the guilt in you that pushed me to improve? I know
of your hands We turn the pages Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages?
I knew it would be so simple To never count the things you had You traded all your memories to Appreciate it all without your mind just feeling trapped
what's left Looking for just one sign of breath As soon as we think its okay We'll head our separate ways What are we waiting for There's knocking at
Wanting to breathe, needing to see Our struggles are unparalleled Searching for an answer We're looking to those who seem to be free Cover it up to show
days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages (pages, pages) When we turn the pages (pages, pages)
you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages, pages, pages When we turn the pages, pages, pages Now
you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages (pages, pages) When we turn the pages (pages, pages) Now
Traduzione: There For Tomorrow. Pagine.
: You try to move on but still you're perfecting failure There's always something in your way Was it the guilt in you that pushed me to improve? I
: Wanting to breathe, needing to see Our struggles are unparalleled Searching for an answer We're looking to those who seem to be free Cover it up to
: I knew it would be so simple To never count the things you had You traded all your memories to Appreciate it all without your mind just feeling trapped
your hands We turn the pages Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages?
your hands We turn the pages Remember the days you've counted won't be forgotten I hope you won't leave yourself out When we turn the pages x2 Now
Procrastinate, perpetrate, they just bite I don't really give it much thought, just wax em Page the posse, grease the Uzis, tax em And lift up out of there
la la la la la la la, oooh yeah) (la la la la la la la) She writes him pages full of tear stained memories It's so very hard for the girl when all she
