歌词
Tired to the testing of wills
where my hart break down and spills
Left to the sing of the sky
in your arms I'm defined
I'm thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
Well,If this is what I'm meant for
no longer interesting
Fall forward to even the score
Just a thought to you
Tired to the testing of wills
where my hart break down and spills
Left to the sing of the sky
in your arms I'm defined
I'm thrown to the wolves in the minds of your enemies
in the minds of your enemies
And I'm stone in the eyes of your foolishness
And I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
in your book ,in your book
Well,if this is what I meant for
no longer interesting
For forwad to even the score
Just a thought to you
Just a thought to you
Just a thought to you
Yet I'm nothing more
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book
Yet I'm nothing more than a line in your book