it’s in the floors, it’s in the walls. don't pretend like you don't even know me at all. it’s made of the backlight dimming endlessly to find a lapse in time. nothing lost and nothing gained. too high but it’s fine, no one can remember what it was like. so if you want to die, why don't you? no one cares if it’s raining out. no one cares if you hate yourself. it’s on the floors, it’s on the walls. don’t try to add up the things you've done. a blank slate to cover up the cut and paste. close call, take all, the notion of a better place. too stoned, i don’t know how you can live with yourself when you're alone. if you want to die, why don't you? no one cares if it’s raining out, no one cares if you hate yourself
trace (you love to trace out the lines) leaving the notion out there, a fragment floating halo.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
