I miss too many people that probably don't know my name anymore. I've spent too much time on day dreams made up of anything before. But is growing up forgetting what it feels like to be young? 'cause I've found nothing is as comforting as those lullabies you sung. The ones you didn't mean to sing; never meant to mean anything to me. But I forgot how to fall asleep when I forgot the sound of your voice when you hum. Is this a heart disease or this just growing up? No, I'm not strong enough for all of this. Is this just what it seems, another case of bad luck or something else I fucked up? Everyone that I miss serves to prove that my heart still exists. Because we're growing up and growing apart and the space in my chest that is meant for a heart feels empty but whole. I guess time took it's toll. How can hearts be satisfied by what they can't control?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
