It's empathy from friends but it's pity from the others who accidentally spit on you whilst you're in the gutter
A chance to make amends? Or polite exchanges? Maybe sometimes call them friends when really they're just well meaning strangers
Oh, I cauterized Silly dreams that hurt my mind Metamorphosize in reverse Find myself a canvas swathe To revert Those I'd want to see Too far to spit on me There a those who where my friends I may never see againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
