laying on the floor 

i've been here once before 

and i'm not proud of it 

misery comes today 

it's coming back my way 

and i want it to leave me 



doubtful you are the people 

where your anger run your sleep 

fate of those whos feet are slipping 

or to those whos eyes 

or to those whos eyes have seen 



to him the strength belongs 

the weak attempt his arms 

and show me my offence 

so look away from me 

becuase i can hardly see 

im hiding nothing 



doubtful you are the people 

where your anger run your sleep 

fate of those whos feet are slipping 

or to those whos eyes 

or to those whos eyes have seen 



doubtful you are the people 

when your anger run your sleep 

fate of those whos feet are slipping 

or to those whos eyes 

or to those whos eyes have seen