Pulp Fiction Lyrics - Singles - Fanmail

Laying on the floor, I've been here once before 

And I'm not proud of it 

Misery comes today, it's coming back my way 

And I want it to leave me 

Doubtful, you are the people 

Where your anger run your sleep 

Fate of those who's feet are slipping 

Or to those, who's eyes or to those 

Who's eyes have seen 

To him the strength belongs, the weak attempt his arms 

And show me my offense 

So look away from me because I can hardly see 

I'm hiding nothing 

Doubtful, you are the people 

Where your anger run your sleep 

Fate of those who's feet are slipping 

Or to those, who's eyes or to those 

Who's eyes have seen