paroles de chanson Greaser - Dead Sara

The race is won
And no one has ever become someone
My skill says I′m ashamed to be
When I laugh it don't mean that it′s funny
I really hate this
It turns me on
My mind's broken with the heaviest heart
The race is won
Make up to come undone
I can't, yes I can
No, no, I can′t
Yes, no I can, I
Well, I need to breathe watching you move
Well, it′s coming cold
It's coming cold for all free
I really hate this
It turns me on
My mind is broken with the heaviest heart
The race is won
Make up to come undone
The race is won
No one has ever become someone
They did it
They talk of a dead end
They talk
Fuck you all
You know about sinning
I get lost coming around
You know it′s hard sometimes for the pretty
When you're wasted
The race is won
No one has ever become someone
Walk by and fall in the greaser
I feel contempt ugly
Walk by and fall in the greaser
I′ll serve my sentence searching for you