08 – A wasted day
Hey…the charm of the sweet breath remains
While we wait for more…
For more wounds to show
(you know your skin is home for me…)
Hey…the painful caresses,
Your eyes tearing apart the light…
Always so ashamed….
Another waiting room,
A wasted day…
But now, the shakes are getting close
The cracks move on the walls…
I’m slowly dying.
Now, just stains on the bed…
I ruined the purest thing
I could ever have…
Tainted by the nerves,
Sick and blind.
But now, the shakes are getting close
The cracks move on the walls…
I’m slowly dying.
Hey…the painful caresses,
Your eyes killing the rest of light,
Always so apart…
Another waiting room,
A wasted life…
