Inside a fridge, I'll be consumed Repressed cocoon All my organs that I've kept And the days that I neglect Expire too
I'm always late I never have time To give to you How could I change If I'm always late To give to you
Empty flowers in window panes To starve again Messages they pile up Even though the chord's been cut And severed through
Why are people so disposable? They leave so soon All the ones you want to stay Always seem to fade away The bad ones tooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
