Tekst
The broken times
Self-confidence must be
It's obviously
Selfish to preserve,
Selfish to pursue
I guess it's the proper way
To go on to loving
Begin with nothing
Begin with nothing
Begin with nothing
And so here's the state
That love's left me in
In the estate of the redhead
And what does it mean
She don't need the proof
Of my failures
Or all the nights
When I earned my failure
And I suppose
I've not been rejected
And I suppose
We've not been a failure
And I suppose
That we're proof of it
