Teksty piosenek Divided By Friday

Divided By Friday

Falling Down Is Hard Without A Pickup Line

I'm sorry for what I've done

I'm sorry for what I've become

I'm sorry for what I said

Every night I lie awake in bed

And try to think of something I could do

To try to make it up to you

And I'm sorry if I finally picked me up before I hit the cloud

and broke into a million pieces

I apologize, I realize

Everything that I've done wrong

Will you please forgive me God?

And as words explode from my tongue

Into the cool where the day is so young

And all these dark clouds they block out my sights

Are captured by the suns bright light

And I know it will be okay

If you'll save me, make our way

And every word I make the mistake of saying

I'd have read and now I'm paying for

the way I knowing I was meant to be so much more

And every heart breaks, and every heart aches,

and everything that seems to go wrong

And every problem, and every mistake,

I don't know why it took so long.

I'm sorry, forgive me and pick me up

Please pick me up

And I

And I know that it all,

let me right back into your arms