| I was told that life is beautiful,
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| Well I’m not looking through those eyes,
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| Wished upon a star and watched it fall away,
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| Well that’s just one more thing,
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| That could never be forever,
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| Everything I touch turns to the opposite of gold,
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| It could be shit,
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| It could be coal,
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| That’s just the way it goes,
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| Do I lead them astray,
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| Do I push them all away,
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| I feel so cold,
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| From the exit of my soul
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| Don’t know whether I should kill or cry,
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| Don’t know if I should live or die,
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| Should I stand or walk away
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| Don’t know whether I should be myself or change
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| Hold my ground or rearrange
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| Should I stand or walk away
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| I’ve been told that we live and learn,
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| As I look through tear-soaked eyes,
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| I’m full of scars but I’m not made of stone,
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| And my heart’s exposed,
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| My transparent life of terror
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| A sacred promise that’s sealed by a ring of gold,
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| It can’t be bought,
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| It can’t be sold,
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| But you have to keep a hold,
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| Did I throw it away,
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| Because of my ways,
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| It feels so cold,
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| Now that I have lost my soul
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| Don’t know whether I should kill or cry,
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| Don’t know if I should live or die,
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| Should I stand or walk away
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| Don’t know whet her I should be myself or change
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| Hold my ground or rearrange
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| Should I stand or walk away
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| My stomach aches as I feel the sting
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| That runs through me Lay my head into my hands,
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| Falling to the ground,
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| I look up to the sky,
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| Please help me find my way back home
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| Don’t know whether I should kill or cry,
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| Live or die,
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| Should I stand or walk away
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| Don’t know whether I should be myself or change
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| Rearrange
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| Should I stand or walk away |