Immoor
String
Hope's in the corner lying in waitdon't make a sound or she'll awakecurled up alone in a ball of stringstied to your heart, I hate these thingsbricks on your chest, its hard to breathewhen leaving out these things you needi try to shout and tell the worldbut nothing comes out, it may be me(break)so what if I pretend to understand what you saidit never changed a thing, this crash was beckoning I broke the code of lies, but now it's leaving mehow soon will we forget the lessons change will bring.Hope's in the corner lying in waitdon't make a sound or she'll awakecurled up alone in a ball of stringstied to your heart, I hate these thingsbricks on your chest, its hard to breathewhen leaving out these things you needI try to shout and tell the worldbut nothing comes out, it may be me
From Letras Mania