CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Story of an Insomniac

I must admit that I miss you
Are you with friends getting high with the blood of me?
I haven't called 'cause you don't understand
But in the end, I still wanna know

I can see it, painted license, misread the sights
With eyes half-closed in the dark
Is your heart searching for more?
Oh-oh-oh

Don't worry 'bout me 'cause life moves on
I'm caring for you, it's harder now
'Cause there's a line, that I can't cross
So I'll stay over there to pray for you, pray for you

I can see it, painted license, misread the sights
With eyes half-closed in the dark
Is your heart searching for more?
Oh-oh-oh

I can see it, painted license, misread the sights
With eyes half-closed in the dark
Is your heart searching for more?
Oh-oh-oh