paroles de chanson Revolving Dreams - Sinclair the Mage

Sold out stage in a square garden
My runway is getting harder to take off
In these day dreams way in the distance she tells me I beg your pardon I doubt it
Same old scenes a middle child under clouded
Mentality seems I'll be searching what proud is
Dictionaries was never present around here
To love and leave was a normality
Now I'm testing my sanity
If I could be a moment away
From inner peace
I pray to god that someday
I dedicate
A portion of time, tell everybody I love
That everything will be okay
I just need a little time alone
I been searching for the ghost of me that's died and gone
I been searching for a chance to say honey I'm home
Or a chance to be a better parent then my own
Till I was turned to stone

And now Im tripping
Re opened stitches
Now I'm itching
Don't call me distant
Way in the distance
All of these feelings
Oh you can help me
If you could listen
Why should I trust you
When your mission
Is fucking bullshit
You lack the vision
You can't see me
I mean the real me
Like past the smiles
I bet your wishing
That I would break down
Too many miles that I been running
You saw it coming well can you see this
Fuck your feelings
All of your meanings
Like what am I doing here

Four walls and a feeble wooden chair
For a cause or the ease of hiding here
No remorse when Im bleeding out my ears
From the sound of me shouting don't you care
And then I sink
I'm wide awake and find it hard to blink
Revolving doors tend to make you think
Revolving dreams tend to make you drink
But I never liked the