Your breath is getting short You feel the impulse To turn around You don't want to vanish Uncontrollable sadness dominates your mood You want to see it all with your own eyes You don't want to vanish
You're so afraid Scraping your hands with soap Another seizure You're afraid To disappear
A million hands are touching you A million eyes are watching A million noses smelling you A million ears are listening to you
You feel that someone's following you The air seems sticky and thick like glue You're swinging around in anxiety Fearing you might disappear You're afraid that someone will touch you You can't believe this nightmare is true You're experiencing a seizure Fearing you might disappear
This black day has come again Everything's a mess All is dead in your head No one will see a thing When you disappear You are feeling down
Sometimes it disappears And life seems less austere No need to turn around Your life seems less austere You're not afraidTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
