Wilted Songtext
von User

In a small little world in a version of love
You′re no more to me than an imaginative soul
Romantically you get on my nerves
Hanging on for
Dear
Seems that my spleen
It was splitting apart
I tripped out
I was picking at my sores
To peek at my guts
Yes I'm wilting
Yes I′m wilting
Yes I'm wilting
Wilting wilting
Yeah
Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out bridge
That crumbles to pieces


And I run with my voice
And my vision of choice
Cause I'm
Tired of waiting
To say what I ought to be saying
To counter the forces in my mind
It raises the point
That you don′t have to
Waste your time
Trying to save mine
Cause I′m wilting
Yes I'm wilting
Yes I′m wilting
Wilting wilting
Yeah
Why I am wilting?
Can we make it?
Even with
This burnt out dream
That falls from our graces
And I'll wither
Slowly I wither
It seems that I ran out of luck
And my wheels they don′t seem
To be turning as much
And I'm flat on my back
In this hole
And it seems
Yes it seems to be
So warm and dry
Cause I′m wilting
Yes I'm wilting
Disguised as a priest
Armed with a voice that is
Smothered in wisdom
Wisdom
Ahhh ahh
Ahhh ahh
Like a rat on crack
I'm about to attack