Tea Club (The)
Werewolves
You know it's not enough to get byI feel it's best to let sleeping monsters lieIt's not the real me I'll be fine by morningI just need a little timeThis is my Mr. HydeIt's not enough to get byand paint your picket fenceas pure as the night skybut why do it right?If it feels good why not?We're just getting byYou work until you dieIt's not the real me I'll be fine by morningI just need a little timeThis is my Mr. HydeWell I'm down and I'm wearing thinI can't help but keep hurting youcause you're the only ones who still love meI'm not myselfjust let me die by my own handsIt's not the real me I'll be fine by morningyou will never understandDawn and the sea is crimson red reaching eastwards far away from the restwhere the man re-invents the wheel setting fire to a world of traps and scissorsFar away from the rest where the man re-invents the wheel
From Letras Mania