I'm just a blink of an eye in history Mesmerized from deep inside Just a need to recognize the misery Of an unintended experience
The epitaph for myself Got hurt by the promise of salvation Breathing in silence
Am I here to fear, at last A product of the past The victim of my sadness Now I struggle to forget I'm left with nothing more than pain The price I have to pay Inhale the hope and grow Through the art of being alone
Everything seemed to make sense a little while I should have turned, once long ago Eyes cold as ice, chase the shadows from within Demoralized, deep inside
An epigram for myself Composed by the lack of upcoming changes Of different places
Am I here to fear, at last A product of the past The victim of my sadness Now I struggle to forget I'm left with nothing more than pain The price I have to pay Inhale the hope and grow Through the art of being alone
I'm tumbling like a stone, crumbling away I'm fading through a haze, without leaving a trace
Am I here to fear, at last A product of the past The victim of my sadness Now I struggle to forget I'm left with nothing more than pain The price I have to pay Inhale the hope and grow Through the art of being aloneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
