Drowse Stagger At the junction of eyes Faces Tumbling Tilt-shift periscope vision Crackle Pectoral sink If only I knew better how to straighten my spine
Silent Deafening Shrieking Dampening – A mess of colours Tears frazil at dawn How do I know what will leave the least amount of strife?
Flushed frontal lobe A clearing for thought I'd go for option four if I didn't manifold
Exhaust Reckless movement Hanging Pills of no return sedatives Submerging Hypothermia
They all leave Unbearable passive scars The weight is too great to carry Even before it's done
I spent years pondering why things turned out the way they did And whether or not I would be able to change
Old souls into something That would redeem My discoloured heart
Did I choose the right return? Did they respond the way I hoped?
Now that they're gone, I know the full extent of my pain
It is time to revive and get well before I wither away It is time to revive and get well before I wither away It is time to revive and get well before I wither away It is time to revive and get well before I wither awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
