I thought that i had but they're already loose, calling me home....
sometimes i'm guilty of taking this ride, i don't mean to cross to the otherside, i know that you're restless, biding your time, to infiltrate all that is... my own life is not straight and narrow, and i can't live this life that you borrow, it's breaking me
i thought that i had control, but they're already loose, calling me home. who is this running my head, the voices free, i don't know if it's them or me.
i know know my limits, but this is your game, and i've got this feeling our rules aren't the same, like voodoo or witch craft, i'm myself, maybe this torment is my cry for
help! i can't make my own decisions, drugs, temptations and alcoholism. it's breaking me
i thought that i had control, but they're already loose, calling me home. who is this running my head, the voices are i don't know if it's them or me.
i thought that i had control, but they're already loose, calling me home. who is this running my head, the voices are free, i don't know if them...
i thought that i had control, but they're already loose, calling home. who is this running my head, the voices are free, i don't know if it's them or me.