Matsuri
Make. Use. Hope.
You looked to me with disappointed eyesYou wrapped these words around my neck,Just because you're breathing, doesn't mean you're livingYour memory is an anchorAnd I am drowningYou look to meWith disappointed eyesFrom barren landscapeJust because you're breathing doesn't mean you're livingHorizons are redSleep when we're dead This is my fuck you for the last time.I'm returning the mark of a city that has left me in pieces: a city I gave everything to. The color in my skin to fill its empty sky, the youth in my face, the glow of my body- gone.This is my fuck you for the last timeThere is no starting overThese ruins are bricksTo lay foundation
From Letras Mania