Texty:
Asking Alexandria Otras Canciones

: Ricky was a young boy, he had a heart of stone Lived 9 to 5 and he worked his fingers to the bone Just barely get out of school, came from the edge

: One chance, One shot One bullet in the back of my head And it came from the bottom of your heart You couldn't find the words to tell me So you went

: False tales lies of a washed up prom queen Why?d you tell me everything was fine? Everything was okay? Get on your knees Oh, why you tore me up?

: I see myself there waiting by the roadside Laid claim to nothing but a black bag and the attire I stand in No name, no history Just a target on my

: I slipped up, I fell down. I lay back with my back against the ground. I've reached out all I found. My own reflection floats up into the clouds.

: Since I was born they couldn't hold me down Another misfit kid, another burned-out town Never played by the rules, I never really cared My nasty reputation

: Kiss goodbye, to the poetic letters, the symptoms Of being able to breathe without a care Cushion the screaming, it's merely conversation in regards