paroles de chanson All These Things - Thomas Dybdahl

Things were looking bad, for a while there
I had the chance to clean it up
Now what's done is done
I made a fool out of you, I chose the wrong move
I fucked it up

All these things and all their ties
All the wrongs and all the lies
Mystified or justified
Was it real?
Was it real?

I was powerless, but never told you
I had a chance to tie it up
But I could not deny what you had to give
I let it run, I worked it up

All these things trapped in my mind
All the strength I could not find
Your best interest brushed aside
For the feel
Was it real?