Breaking the Waltz
Why
You always put me down
Still push me back
While dancing around
Sick in the head, with empty heart
Every your step against the ground
Innocent smile, making me bound
Crushes my fingers, makes terrible sound
And no one hears my voice
When I speak, you make noise
So then I shout, I have no choice
It's not easy to breath with a broken nose
See blood on the rose
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
You call me by my names
Worthless, Useless, Insane
We had it all now it's just pain
It's not easy to sleep with all the blame
I had enough, I quit this game
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
You don't make yourself bigger
You just make me small
No more
No more of your lead
No more of your choice
No more happiness
Inside your empty soul
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
You always put me down
Still push me back
While dancing around
Sick in the head, with empty heart
Every your step against the ground
Innocent smile, making me bound
Crushes my fingers, makes terrible sound
And no one hears my voice
When I speak, you make noise
So then I shout, I have no choice
It's not easy to breath with a broken nose
See blood on the rose
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
You call me by my names
Worthless, Useless, Insane
We had it all now it's just pain
It's not easy to sleep with all the blame
I had enough, I quit this game
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
You don't make yourself bigger
You just make me small
No more
No more of your lead
No more of your choice
No more happiness
Inside your empty soul
Dancing different kind
Of a same old dance
Holding hands for us
Seems pointless
Breaking through the crowd
Using back of your friends
Till they drop you down
Making you nothing again
Credits
Writer(s): Jan Rehák, Kryštof Sýkora, Patrik Duda
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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