Tell Me

Well I lost my job
Had to sell my guitar
A week before my birthday
Can't roam too far
Cos I've got nothing left to stay for
A week before my birthday

And things won't change
Just because you beg and plead and wish them to
And things won't change
Just because you beg and plead and wish them to

Tell me how to breathe
Without air in my lungs
Tell me how to get there
Without any direction
Tell me what it's like
To see everything
Tell me, tell me

We had so many plans I had to buy a note book
Standing on the corner
In the freezing rain
A week before my birthday

And things won't change
Just because you want them to
And things won't change
Just because you beg and plead and wish them to

Tell me how to breathe
Without air in my lungs
Tell me how to get there without any directions
Tell me what it's like
To see everything



Credits
Writer(s): Toby Setters
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