“For example, is there is a single thing called life, which could have a meaning? Or is that just a mistake?”
She said, you live every day like you're living in the past. No desire to live with the pack. Who dresses your wounds if I can't? You've saved my life 100 times. And I’ve barely helped you up from the ground once. You've saved my life at least 100 times. Am I inferior, are you really that far gone? I cannot allow your help. I can't accept the feeling endowed. But I can keep you from the world, If you'll hang on my every word. Finally I throw it away. After all, forever ends today. There is no one hiding but you. I am open to see right through. Empty, ready for nothing left. A soulless presence constructs a resurrection of hope, And hangs it over my window. But every day as the sun rises, it evaporates. I cannot allow your help. I can't accept the feeling endowed. But I can keep you from the world, If you'll hang on my every word. Numb to the unseen, tortured by the thought. Eternity is not. Await the internal rot.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
