Letra Lose Your Grip - Basement
The rope from which I'm hanging from
It is thinning, short and worn
I hope when I am reborn
There are knives where should be arms
I know, I know, I know
I wrote this
I will not be pushed around
And so, and so, and so
I hope this makes you feel less overwhelmed
Hand shakes in time
I'll take what's mine
Let me show you something, my old friend
A name now dragging in the dirt
I know, I know, I know
I wrote this
I will not be pushed around
And so, and so, and so
I hope this
Makes you feel less overwhelmed
Hand shakes in time
I will take
Am I moving on or giving in?
Can we end this conversation?