Andrew Belle "I Won't Fight It" Слова песни

I Won't Fight It

I’m aloneThe son of tearsThought I was free but I wastedAll these yearsThe rancorWon’t fit yaSo now I wait for the phone callTo come get ya

I pull upYou crawl outOf a window in the basement ofYour parent’s houseA new songIt’s unsungNow there’s some dust and a rectangleWhere my picture hung

I won’t fight itI won’t fight itI won’tI won’t fight itI won’t

A sharp tongueIt’s obviousNow there’s a room in a hospitalWhere your body isThe B-bridgeI walk to itIf there’s a crowd waiting for me thereI’ll break through it, but

I won’t fight itI won’t fight itI won’tI won’t fight itI won’t