Letras:
Wounded The

the kind that cuts me deep And I am grasping for air, gasping for air now Yesterday feels like a fresh wound, still I insist it's just a flesh wound This

: Out amongst the walking wounded, every face on every bus Is you and me and him and her and nothing can replace the us I knew Nothing can replace the

: I wanted everything for a little while Why shouldn't I I wanted to know what it was like I pushed you too far And you started laying down the law Til

: i don't wanna feel this way...... i don't wanna feel this way..... i don't wanna feel this way won't somebody take away this feeling i'm looking

: London, summer 2 I think I've changed a lot since then, Do you? Ideas that I'd held for years, emotional baggage, hopes and fears, Seen somehow

: I dreamed about you again last night. You never have the same face twice, but I always know it's you, and you're always looking better than you really

: You never knew the teenage me and you wouldn't believe the things you didn't see, some pretty, some ugly. And the lovely mirrorball reflected back

lives? Now that we've lost all the reasons That we thought that we had Still the battle that we're in Rages on till the end With explosions, wounds are

: Again we took a step back and I can't stand it anymore a waste of time that's all it was we should have realized it the same old story written new