paroles de chanson 1,2,3,4 - J-Riv
I
am
a
true
introvert
Only
known
feeling
is
hurt
Tell
me
please
what
am
I
worth
If
my
hearts
treated
like
dirt?
Don't
know
but
feel
like
I'm
cursed
Feelings
made
people
disperse
Always
scared
to
say
what's
on
my
brain
so
I'm
faking
a
smirk
No
it's
not
good
for
my
health
But
mostly
keep
to
myself
Like
I
give
everyone
hell
If
I
cracked
open
my
shell
Letting
my
emotions
swell
Feeling
like
I'm
needing
help
Will
my
legacy
prevail
Or
am
I
just
destined
to
fail?
I
don't
place
any
at
fault
Just
find
it
too
hard
to
talk
In
my
mind,
alone
I
walk
Including
how
battles
are
fought
I
have
let
my
past
direct
the
Actions
of
feeling
distraught
When
people
ask
me,
"what's
the
matter?"
I
choke
up
and
shrug
it
all
off
Sorry
to
my
friends
who
feel
Like
I
just
hate
them
for
real
Swear
to
god
it's
not
the
case
Just
too
much
pain
that
never
heals
Even
if
I
never
had
to
worry
'Bout
paying
the
bills
Getting
signed
I
still
feel
Like
I'm
just
better
off
killed
(1,2,3,4)
This
how
the
story
goes
Grinding
til
skin
and
bones
Battling
feeling
alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting
the
rest
of
my
days
For
happiness
I
always
pray
Hoping
it
isn't
too
late
(1,2,3,4)
This
how
the
story
goes
Grinding
til
skin
and
bones
Battling
feeling
alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting
the
rest
of
my
days
For
happiness
I
always
pray
Hoping
it
isn't
too
late
Do
I
even
belong?
Thought
has
been
hanging
on
strong
No
matter
how
many
songs
I
write,
it's
hard
to
hold
on
Wishing
God
colored
me
gone
I
know
to
think
of
it's
wrong
But
be
honest
if
I
was
dead
Would
it
be
hard
to
move
on?
Maybe
to
mom
but
Others
guess
I'll
never
know
Despite
competitions
won
No
one's
attended
my
shows
I
gave
free
copies
to
people
Of
albums
that
cost
me
some
O's
Just
to
have
them
thrown
on
the
Ground
without
hearing
my
soul
Why
continue
today?
I
don't
get
radio
play
I
don't
have
a
music
video
So
you
notice
my
face
The
fact
I'm
still
doing
this
14
years
in
the
game
Is
the
textbook
definition
Of
going
insane
Or
maybe
I
should
chill
I
should
go
back
on
pills
Maybe
give
up
happiness
And
try
picking
up
a
new
field
Cuz
even
if
I
never
had
to
worry
'Bout
paying
the
bills
Getting
signed
I
still
feel
Like
I'm
just
better
off
killed
(1,2,3,4)
This
how
the
story
goes
Grinding
til
skin
and
bones
Battling
feeling
alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting
the
rest
of
my
days
For
happiness
I
always
pray
Hoping
it
isn't
too
late
(1,2,3,4)
This
how
the
story
goes
Grinding
til
skin
and
bones
Battling
feeling
alone
(5,6,7,8)
Counting
the
rest
of
my
days
For
happiness
I
always
pray
Or
sent
to
an
early
grave
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