Woorden: Diffuser. Making The Grade. Nothing Left to Say.

Stand up and put some weight in your backbone
Stuck in the middle of an emotional overload
Your feeling lost in a breakdown
Driving in circles till you never gain control
So this is how you remind me
Of what I said to you before it all fell apart
It's not the end of moment
We never had a start

I don't wanna end up this way
There is nothing left to say
Echoes disappear and fade
I've made up my mind
I'm leaving tonight

It's tough to make it what it cannot be
Polish a penny but it never shines like true gold
I'd be a fool to believe you
I know the story but the phases have not been told
The colors already faded
You paint it black and white with traces of blue and gray
You gave it up for the big man
And this is how you pay