There's no time for you baby. No time to realize.
Our life will be wasted. You ruin it with all your lies.
Would you die for me baby. 'Cos I'm dying all the time.
I'm tired of this faking. This time I'm gonna be strong.
This time I've gotta move on.
You've laughed at me for the last time.
No more of these bitter lies.
You've laughed at me for the last time.
No more of these bitter lies.
You're in love with yourself baby.
Is it love we sacrifice? I'm so tired of this faking.
This time I'm gonna be strong. This time I've gotta move on.
You've laughed at me for the last time.
No more of these bitter lies.
You've laughed at me for the last time.
No more of these bitter lies.
No more lies. No more lies.
From now on 'til the end of time.
kişisel not: yaş ilerledi de ondan mıdır? bilmiyorum ama ben cok sevdim bu grubu.
staind'in the illusion of progress albümünün 13. şarkısıdır.
Talk to me
You never talk to me
Do we suffer from social atrophy
and when the conversations over
we've taken what we've been given
and we throw it all away
walk with me
come on and walk with me
take a look around you
do you like what you see
we've taken whats been given
and we throw it all away
its hard to be forgiven
when theres nothing left to say
when the conversations over
silence just gets in the way
talk to me
dont even talk for me
we've taken whats been given
and you throw it all away
its hard to be forgiven
when theres nothing left to say
theres nothing left to say
Fates Warning grubunun Perfect Symmetry albümündeki dinlerken gözler kapatıldığında huzur bulunan bir şarkı. sözleri ise tam olarak şöyledir.
I remember the endless longing
that called inside of me
from fountains of expression
trying to break free.
Nothing left to say
when the walls give way.
Still I can faintly recall
the subtle purity
of youthful inspiration
and insecurity.
Nothing left to say
when the child finds his way.
Pride and the drive that started the dream
turned in time to an endless obsession.
Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion.
Desires bind the truth to secrecy
but behind the aspirations I see
a life devoted to blind ambition
and a mortal man searching for eternity.
Behind the desires
and the wall that gave way
there's a forgotten cause
consumed by the day.
Behind the ambitions
of a child who found his way
there's a cold realization
that our deeds die with the day.
And behind the disguise
of a man with a cause
there's a child screaming
with nothing left to say.
Paralyzed by inhibitions
and indecisions.
What was once a release
is now a prison.
