Lost in fractal patterns of subtle gestures Some things are just better left unsaid Now you've stuffed your throat, pain follows with each swallow You love to play the long game so don't break a sweat
Driving on empty for hours now You look so level-headed Your fists are white flom clenching
To pacify the urge for confrontation Always level-headed Cool, calm and collected
Now it feels like a million years And you deserve better So know your worth and walk away Walk away for good
Don't bother This is over Why bother? I know that you've tried
Disrupted your equation of calculated silence Imbalance turns your dominion into rage x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
