Broken glass on the hotel floor Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms In your arms I write my thoughts on an empty page But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms In your arms
Yeah, I've called, and you won't pick up So tell 'em that I'm gone And I won't wake up I asked if you wanted love I just wanted it to last Now I'm sitting in a pile of my own glass
Emotions got me insane Feels like I'm losing my mind We hoped we'd work through the pain But now we've run out of time
You keep trying to undo me That won't be my fate What is life when the money and the fame gone?
Broken glass on the hotel floor Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms In your arms I write my thoughts on an empty page But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms In your arms
Ah, yeah but now I sit in a pile of glass Reminiscing 'bout our past And how I was happier then 'Cause now my thoughts they run away And I need a safe place That used to be inside your arms And nowadays it feels like
You keep trying to run through me That won't be my fate What is life when the money and the fame gone?
Broken glass on the hotel floor Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms In your arms I write my thoughts on an empty page But no matter what I do I still feel the same in your arms In your arms
Compositor: Ryan Mark Pechacek (Paycheck) ECAD: Obra #34157784