People talk about loss like it's only death And not when people choose to leave you willingly People talk about loss like it's only death And not when you move real far away And never speak to your old friends again
I guess I'm losing touch, cause I've been losing lots And I fear I'll lose everything else if I don't gain something new now The emptiness is consuming me, I have fallen through the void All I see is blackness and gravestones of relationships that have died
And I guess that's fine, I guess that's fine
People talk about loss like it's only death And not when you're diagnosed with a lifelong illness People talk about loss like they're the only ones To ever have felt the crushing weight Of everything slipping away
Suddenly and violently, every worthwhile thing exits me Including my ability to feel anything Isolation is masturbation, incapable of any creation All I'm doing is prolonging my suffering
Before things can get better They'll get worse, and that's the worst Currently it's seeping into every atom of my being I've been numbing all my senses, incapable of simple gestures I just want to show the ones that I love That I will not be giving up again But the grief, the grief, the grief Makes it hard not to give inTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
