Faces that I don't even recognize replace the faces that I know, and shapelessly scream at me to wait impatiently for someone to create a list of things to see before I die.
Somewhere in time I forgot to read the space between the lines, and couldn't find the plot.
Maybe I shoud've left it all behind me in the dust with all those wasted days.
Hang my head in infrared, the yellow fades to blue, with the death of melody impressively reviewed.
I could not turn away.
The best version of myself is nothing to write home about. Nobody burns their words anymore.
Hang my head in infrared. The yellow fades to blue, with the death if melody impressively reviewed.
I could not turn away. I could not run away.
In the wake of it all, I'd rather sleep. Looking for a concept. Searching for a technique.
I can remember.
Places that I don't even recognize replace the spaces that I know, and maybe, just maybe I could never see the forest for the trees, but It wasn't up to me.
The best version of myself is nothing to write home about. Nobody burns their words anymore.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
