paroles de chanson Pretty Little Things - One Hope

Father, I'm sorry that I messed it up again
I didn't mean to hurt you my dear old friend
Oh mother, I'm sorry for the pretty little things I said
I didn't mean to break you down, again
But I can't keep doing this all on my own
This imaginary lump is stuck in my throat
And I wanna let go, I need you the most
I guess it was all wrong
But how was I supposed to know?
I just thought there was more
Woah, woah, woah, hold on
Woah, woah, woah, hold on
Woah, woah, woah, hold on