Paroles de la chanson PTSD par Dax
Paroles de la chanson PTSD par Dax
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
And I'm
Not looking back
But I'm not looking forward to anything in my life cause it never liked me
I can't sleep cause I don't know what's inside me
The devils demons haunt and do divide me
And I think I'm over it
So I won't stop walking
If told you the story bet you wouldn't believe
Not sure I should feel a sigh of relief
He got them but he didn't get me
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
And I'm
Not looking back
But I'm not looking forward to anything in my life cause it never liked me
I can't sleep cause I don't know what's inside me
The devils demons haunt and do divide me
And I think I'm over it
So I won't stop walking
If told you the story bet you wouldn't believe
Not sure I should feel a sigh of relief
He got them but he didn't get me
But for some odd reason I don't feel free
So now what
This pain is too much
The screams of the people make music in my head and listens to tough
So I must
Wipе my mind everything I saw in that church
Suppress all thеse feelings even though that they hurt
I don't understand how you could let this happen God I wanna know why you even let that man on earth
I believe that this life is by you and whatever you choose is the best
I believe in the choices you make even thought they may hurt and effect
I'm just human I don't understand you I know you are very complex
So now what
This pain is too much
The screams of the people make music in my head and listens to tough
So I must
Wipе my mind everything I saw in that church
Suppress all thеse feelings even though that they hurt
I don't understand how you could let this happen God I wanna know why you even let that man on earth
I believe that this life is by you and whatever you choose is the best
I believe in the choices you make even thought they may hurt and effect
I'm just human I don't understand you I know you are very complex
What should I go next my thought cannot collect my PTSD shakes me and leaves me depressed
In the back of my mind there's a place that I know full of sorrow
When I think of times my anxiety fills what is hollow
I don't know when it'll go away
But I hope it'll go away
I just pray I feel better when I sleep and wake up tomorrow
Left foot right foot keep walking
Left foot right foot keep walking
Don't look back your past is haunting demons creeping always stalking
In that church I got down crawling
Couldn't not stop my eyes from balling
Children screaming, bodies falling
Keep on shooting bullets hawking
In the back of my mind there's a place that I know full of sorrow
When I think of times my anxiety fills what is hollow
I don't know when it'll go away
But I hope it'll go away
I just pray I feel better when I sleep and wake up tomorrow
Left foot right foot keep walking
Left foot right foot keep walking
Don't look back your past is haunting demons creeping always stalking
In that church I got down crawling
Couldn't not stop my eyes from balling
Children screaming, bodies falling
Keep on shooting bullets hawking
Some one help us plz just stop him
Why's he laughing he's been plotting
Says get up I hear death calling
I stood up and started walking
We locked eyes and he was smiling
Shot himself I saw him dying
Adrenaline was in my system I couldn't I had to go
But I just knew that if I made it out I'd get out and praise to the lord
Now I'm walking on this Sunday and I just hope I make it home
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
Why's he laughing he's been plotting
Says get up I hear death calling
I stood up and started walking
We locked eyes and he was smiling
Shot himself I saw him dying
Adrenaline was in my system I couldn't I had to go
But I just knew that if I made it out I'd get out and praise to the lord
Now I'm walking on this Sunday and I just hope I make it home
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
I was walking home on a Sunday
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