Tekster: Slick Shoes. Burn Out. Parting Ways.

Tired again, when will it turn around?
Wound up tight and ready to unwind.
Turn it around one more time.
It's getting older each and every day.
I found the other way to go now.
The sun sets tomorrow but I won't be there.
I'll let you know, before I go, without you.
All alone, by myself to escape the bitter tongue.
Behind my back they're talking trash.
And I don't even care.
The sun sets tomorrow but I won't be there.
I don't know what happened, too much has changed