Counting hours turned to days I can't reclaim Praying for time to remain
All these demands on my attention, all these appeals to my energy, I have nothing to give.
Through the night I hear whispers calling my name. Oh, the comfort of safety is my shame. I am afraid I have nothing to offer, all of my strength is exhausted by the thought of it.
Counting hours turned to days I can't reclaim Grieving for time thrown away
Why is complacency the convention? I have conceded to apathy, paralyzed by inertia.
Fear of failure breeds dissension between the ache that's inside of me and the weight of depravity.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
