How many times have I fallen before you
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How much longer can I go on
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To raise to my feet, to try this game again
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I often point fingers of blame
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If only my mother knew the real me
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Her heart would break, for I am shame
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Not the strong man she raised from birth
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A coward, a child, and a scared soul
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In my dreams, I can fly away
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And look back through tears of pain
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Even if I were to never awake
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I would still have my downtime
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If only my mother knew the real me
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Her heart would break, for I am shame
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Not the strong man she raised from birth
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A coward, a child, and a scared soul
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A sweet embrace from honest love
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Just won't be enough this time
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If I had the cure, to save myself
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I would then know how you feel
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If only my mother knew the real me
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Her heart would break, for I am shame
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Not the strong man she raised from birth
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A coward, a child, and a scared soul
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Not The Strong
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Novembers Doom |