Raised in between doll-shaped smoke Insects in every corner of our rotten house I hid in the walls of my room Tasting clean air through a window crack
In these childhood dreams where imagination was key I drove the needle through my skin Weaving a delicate net to embrace me And hold me to sleep where no one could see Where no one could hear me breathe Your empty house won't comfort me Don't make me pity you in the end
I won't forget the years when disappointment was key Blood runs thick in the veins of guilt Drowning your promises made never embrace me And hold me to sleep where no one could see Where no one could hear me breathe
Your shallow heart doesn't soothe me Your false love won't break me Don't make me pity you in the end
This drunken body I've left behind And the problems that are no longer mine I resided under your broken feathers For too long scraps of pictures in a box Is what remains of those childhood dreams You'll never know, The person I've becomeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
