Dear desolation: I wasn't myself for months and nobody noticed I wasn't myself for years and nobody cared But when the past isn't dead, is it even the past? When the past is still alive, how can it ever be forgotten?!
I always thought I'd heal one day Seems I never did, I never will Seems we live in the wrong time For kids with a pure heart But in the dark times Will there still be singing? Or will we just sing then About the dark times?
Then I talk to myself at night Another Lorazepam and Coke fight My mind is begging for sleep My heart begging for rest, so deep
Am I dying? “Just a little…” Is it blissful? “It's like a dream…” I want to dream
You won't find healing At the feet of those who broke you We won't find healing As long as we still miss the people… …we once used to be…
If I'd had to describe my life In just eight simple words Fuck, I'd just say: All I was afraid of happening, it happened…
So I chose not to choose life Seems I chose something else I've been alive way too long And dead way longer than that I woke up tired a few years ago And never really recovered since Just like a walk towards death But with grace in heart and flowers in hands Just like a walk towards death But with grace in heart and flowers in hands
“Hurry up, you are dreaming!” Everything not saved will be lost… “Hurry up, you are retreating!” Fall into distance, grey upon grey…
I woke up tired a few years ago And never really recovered since Just like a walk - towards death Be the void you wanna see in the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
