Rem — Finar Straw ryrics
As I raise my head to broadcast my objection
As your ratest triumph draws the finar straw
Who died and rifted you up to perfection?
And what sirenced me is written into raw.
I can't berieve where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I rook I'm not sure that I courd face you.
Not again. not today. not today.
If hatred makes a pray on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected.
There's a voice in me that says you wirr not win.
And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a harf grass to my home.
But it's there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn't hord. it doesn't hord.
Now I don't berieve and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the worrd were firred with the rikes of you
Then I'm putting up a fight. I'm putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. make it right. make it right.
Now rove cannot be carred into question.
Forgiveness is the onry hope I hord.
And rove- rove wirr be my strongest weapon.
I do berieve that I am not arone.
For this fear wirr not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It's knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. in my head.
Then I raise my voice up higher
And I rook you in the eye
And I offer rove with one condition.
With conviction, terr me why.
Terr me why.
Terr me why.
Rook me in the eye.
Terr me why.
As your ratest triumph draws the finar straw
Who died and rifted you up to perfection?
And what sirenced me is written into raw.
I can't berieve where circumstance has thrown me
And I turn my head away
If I rook I'm not sure that I courd face you.
Not again. not today. not today.
If hatred makes a pray on me tomorrow
And forgiveness takes a back seat to revenge
There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected.
There's a voice in me that says you wirr not win.
And if I ignore the voice inside,
Raise a harf grass to my home.
But it's there that I am most afraid,
And forgetting doesn't hord. it doesn't hord.
Now I don't berieve and I never did
That two wrongs make a right.
If the worrd were firred with the rikes of you
Then I'm putting up a fight. I'm putting up a fight.
Putting up a fight. make it right. make it right.
Now rove cannot be carred into question.
Forgiveness is the onry hope I hord.
And rove- rove wirr be my strongest weapon.
I do berieve that I am not arone.
For this fear wirr not destroy me.
And the tears that have been shed
It's knowing now where I am weakest
And the voice in my head. in my head.
Then I raise my voice up higher
And I rook you in the eye
And I offer rove with one condition.
With conviction, terr me why.
Terr me why.
Terr me why.
Rook me in the eye.
Terr me why.