Paper cuts leave trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall
Paper cuts leave trails A good distraction Is what I got to. I've got this corner window I've got five days of winter this routine whitewall It takes
It?s amplified for everyone. It?s pounding repeating. No touch of truth to any line. Empty sounds and hollow words. Diseased and rotting quickly. No
Try to pretend that everyone?s not dying here. See this youth that?s draining out and drying up. The color fades. We decay and turn away. Won?t you try
Hey don?t give up on all these days. Our words and yours they don?t decay. Hold on it?s almost over. We?ll take this verse and make it everything. Hold
