Blood On The Sidewalk
This refusal to grow up, running around in circles
Going to sleep, waking up with this constant doubt
Am I making the right choice or am I just accepting what others say life is all about?
So, here he stands in front of a broken window
With bleeding knuckles, at his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life, was it worth it?
With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist, picks up another bottle to kill the questions and soothe the pain
All he leaves behind is this stain of blood on the sidewalk (blood on the sidewalk)
With a broken spirit and sold out dreams
He wakes up and washes the dried tears from his face
I know I made the wrong choice
But the choice was never mine to make in the first place
So, here he stands in front of a broken mirror with bleeding knuckles
Gazing at his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life, was it worth it?
With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist, swallows another pill to kill the questions and soothe the pain
Time the rain will wash away the memories that remain of a man who came and left
Leaving nothing but a stain of blood on the sidewalk (blood on the sidewalk)
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Going to sleep, waking up with this constant doubt
Am I making the right choice or am I just accepting what others say life is all about?
So, here he stands in front of a broken window
With bleeding knuckles, at his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life, was it worth it?
With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist, picks up another bottle to kill the questions and soothe the pain
All he leaves behind is this stain of blood on the sidewalk (blood on the sidewalk)
With a broken spirit and sold out dreams
He wakes up and washes the dried tears from his face
I know I made the wrong choice
But the choice was never mine to make in the first place
So, here he stands in front of a broken mirror with bleeding knuckles
Gazing at his own reflection
He looks at himself in disbelief
Looking back on his life, was it worth it?
With his eyes staring down into the ground instead of looking forward
He clenches his fist, swallows another pill to kill the questions and soothe the pain
Time the rain will wash away the memories that remain of a man who came and left
Leaving nothing but a stain of blood on the sidewalk (blood on the sidewalk)
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
Blood on the sidewalk
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Writer(s): Rodrigo Alfaro
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