Letra de Atlantic
This is not who I am, I'm still hiding.
I'm waiting in my own reflection, hands shaking with anxiety,
heart beating out of time.
Only I can hear my breath at night.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
This dark exterior given to the stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
My head was shaking when I saw you.
This dark exterior.
Only I can hear my breath at night.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
This dark exterior given to the stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears.
Steal this night from me, take it and make it your own.
These are not the nights I wished for,
these nights are cold and unrelenting, these nights are depressing,
these nights bring knives so as they can carve themselves into my memory.
Leave me here alone, kill the breeze on your way out and let me ferment in my own self pity.
Let me ferment; let me ferment in my own self pity.
These nights are not what I wish for, these nights are cold and unrelenting,
these nights are depressing, these nights bring knives.
These nights bring knives
Leave me here alone, leave me here alone.
Kill the breeze on your way out and let me ferment in my own self pity.
I'm waiting in my own reflection, hands shaking with anxiety,
heart beating out of time.
Only I can hear my breath at night.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
This dark exterior given to the stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
My head was shaking when I saw you.
This dark exterior.
Only I can hear my breath at night.
This is not what I was hoping to become, this shell of a man,
This dark exterior given to the stormy moods and quiet, lonely tears.
Steal this night from me, take it and make it your own.
These are not the nights I wished for,
these nights are cold and unrelenting, these nights are depressing,
these nights bring knives so as they can carve themselves into my memory.
Leave me here alone, kill the breeze on your way out and let me ferment in my own self pity.
Let me ferment; let me ferment in my own self pity.
These nights are not what I wish for, these nights are cold and unrelenting,
these nights are depressing, these nights bring knives.
These nights bring knives
Leave me here alone, leave me here alone.
Kill the breeze on your way out and let me ferment in my own self pity.
