Under the ground from where I stand lie my dead dreams of holding your hand. And since I just can't live love, you were right to give up. So make your mistakes and I'll make mine then cough it up to wasted time. Exhausted and tongue tied, atlas shrugged the world sighed. You don't want me. I don't want me. Ghosts of my past selves still taunt me but I'm moving on to curse the kid that's gone. Can I pause this, the composite of life spent inside the closet? Is this just another phase when I can't breathe between the waves. Still my soul doesn't feel room to grow. The gaping holes in my chest my never show. Still self involved and indulgent, behold Stuck in my skin and can't break the mold. And none of my words would break through the threshold.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
