Idioma Origen:
So here I am with this bottle in my hand again, another night gone by.And that’s all that it was, and I’ve already lost.Waking up with these flashes in my head again, I can’t string them together.
All in attempt to forget her.
With reckless abandon I try to forget the pieces of you left smouldering in my chest.
Another drink down, another note rolled, the flame that was once burning in my chest will be reduced to ash.
I’m so sick of this path, waking up in a stranger’s bed, wondering who the fuck they are and why the fuck I’m here.
It has to come to a point where I can’t stand to look at myself.
Just like the people for who I truly care… maybe I’m already there.
It’s time to grow from these mistakes and bloom from every heartache.
I’ve found a way to happiness and it all begins in myself.
When the bottles down and your drowning in that selfishness, just remember girl, this is all that you know, I’m done staggering down that road.
I’d rather be alone.
Idioma Destino:
So here I am with this bottle in my hand again, another night gone by.And that’s all that it was, and I’ve already lost.Waking up with these flashes in my head again, I can’t string them together.
All in attempt to forget her.
With reckless abandon I try to forget the pieces of you left smouldering in my chest.
Another drink down, another note rolled, the flame that was once burning in my chest will be reduced to ash.
I’m so sick of this path, waking up in a stranger’s bed, wondering who the fuck they are and why the fuck I’m here.
It has to come to a point where I can’t stand to look at myself.
Just like the people for who I truly care… maybe I’m already there.
It’s time to grow from these mistakes and bloom from every heartache.
I’ve found a way to happiness and it all begins in myself.
When the bottles down and your drowning in that selfishness, just remember girl, this is all that you know, I’m done staggering down that road.
I’d rather be alone.