If It Feels
Uuuuhhh
If it feels like my voice's not still
It's cause I hesitate.
I believed I'd protect you from ill
Now you and I both know it's not on me
See my hopes were all placed on good will
And were fatally wounded by futility.
All I know's we've gone crazy, indeed
And words no longer know what they mean.
Heard the roaring laughter of wrecking balls
Aiming at my integrity.
And with every piece of my broken soul
They've burned me and fed me to the birds.
If it feels like my voice's not still
It's cause I'm not the same.
My old soul was all lost in the field
And flowers now bloom where the battles would take place.
With the spring comes a whole, brand, new page.
And if it's ever written will tell the story again.
Circles, cycles that won't ever change
And our burning particles will be floating in the air.
Still the roaring laughter of wrecking balls
Will aim at my integrity.
And with every piece of my broken soul
They'll burn me and feed me to the birds.
Uuuuh
Autor(es): Marta Pérez
