I don’t want these lullabies. I don’t need their shame in disguise. I don’t want this place alone. Don’t need them to break myself on my own. They’re here again; broken melodies. So far away from these vague memories. I might be here when you’re gone. I might be buzzing this very song again. I have built this place all alone, and I can break down on my own again. They’re here, dark melodies. So far away from these vague memories. I don’t want these lullabies. I can’t take this shame in disguise again. I don’t want this place alone. I don’t need them to break myself on my own again. They’re here again; broken melodies. They’re so far away from these vague memories. I don’t need their shame in disguise…
