O / Óð / Locus of Control
To breathe, to feel: This agony it reaches And touches all… Seeps into My skin.
A bitter consequence For this sequence of events. I'm just a fatal husk Left to atrophy. An eroding culture, A Pyrrhic victory. I feel you. I hear you. Do you hear me?
Why does it feel like I'm failing? How can I trust you? It should heal me but hurts and hides. All painful lessons aside…
I hope you see that I'm trying. Why should I let you in? It should help me But hurts… And it consumes Until I die...
It feeds - It will not recede It only takes and takes…
I can't reject it. I can't escape it, I've given everything… Everything I had.
We are dead: Only breathing to pretend. Only moving to deceive. We've given everything away.
Why does it feel like I'm failing? I should learn to trust you. It should heal me but hurts and hides All painful lessons aside…
I hope you see that I'm trying. Maybe I can let you in. It should help me but hurts and hides. I have to tear it away. I have to tear it away... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |