Here inside this echo chamber Sweating limbs cling to each other Here inside this empty mirror The knife is absent from my grasp A gentle churning of the deluge Displacing me, displacing me
To endure another single moment tolerating looking back at myself in the reflection of your tears is the last drop in the ocean that would flood my soul, and all I want is to suffer alone and let you go free. Even if we're both worse off, at least we're not to blame for a life that's left unlived, fruitlessly; lost.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
