The vintage years Being brought back to oblivion Tasting the scent as the obvious falls victim one last time
Swear to never talk about those bad times Names change but all remains the same Comfort in this isolated sickness Equation for this emotional cage
Dissolved into a trap This intellect a disaster on the emotional front
Teachings of this tolerant respect Breaking rage over this spilled milk
Intellect Torn apart Bury this Six feet deep
Exposed despair of unwanted emotion Half lit smile to force a denial Cynical scars of self devotion Lying through another stage in life
Brought the devil to embrace Forcing a question of confidence
Echoed words of past reprimands Still pointing fingers to escape the blame
It's pointless Stale regret Sour taste Gun to mouth
Buried friends bring closer enemies These times are changing Quest for the obvious Through painfully normal years
When life seems to be less fragile
Ruin on the last stretch of stuggle Decision in a premature failure Selt taught irony in a school of personal trial
Personal war over self righteous needs
This repression Excavates A new emotion Leaving me confinedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
