1. |
silence after all
05:14
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I've chosen silence
Hope you're okay
I’ve meant no harm
To anyone out there
But this time
I fucked up for good
With the same fears
In the same fucking room
Keep me at bay
So I can’t pretend that I care
I hate the mess I’ve become
I’m no one
Watch me as I fall apart
If It’s what you want
In the same room
with the same fucking fears
It’s the hell
that I’ve brought upon myself
Keep me at bay
So I can’t pretend that I care
Out of control, for way too long
If I don’t change, I’m gonna lose you all
I tried to fight, I tried to find a way
But all the hope I took away myself
It’s cold inside, you’re freezing in my arms
I should’ve known better this time
Without the light, for way too long
I tried to fight but I lost control
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2. |
in waves
03:14
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The sun’s about to rise
Could have left it all behind
All these sleepless nights
Come to you in waves
No time to recover
You snap in half like a plastic toy
All these hopeless days
Come to you in waves
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3. |
bloodshot eyes
02:10
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Sing to me
Soft and sweet
Lay me down
Let me drift away
I’m a stray
Don’t feel bad
I’m a grain of salt in your eye
Let me be tired
I’m running out of gas
Take what’s left
Run, oh run away
Somewhere safe
Don’t think twice
I’m a grain of salt in your eye
I’m a stray
Bloodshot eyes
Alert at all times
I miss the Sun
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4. |
don't stop
03:13
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Don't stop
until my body's drained
Feel free
to mess with my head, I don't care
No more
I'm not the same guy
You used to know
I'm not the same boy
worth fighting for
Don't mind the look on my face
It's alright
The queen's died
but we did not cry
Since then I'm wandering
around this town
Once bold, now lost and cold
I walk
I still remember everything
as if it was yesterday
The smell of wet streets on a sunny day
And every lie I have told myself
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5. |
(it's all) in my head
03:10
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Again, I wanted more
It’s all in my head
It’s all in my head
Keep the enemy close
Only trust yourself
It’s all in my head
Too little time to see the garden grow
I’ll rot away waiting for a change that never comes
Still trying to find the meaning of it all
Wondering where the time has gone, I don’t know
Why do I want it all?
Tired of regrets
It’s all in my head
Never enough
When does it fucking end?
It's all in my head
Too little time to see the garden grow
I’ll rot away waiting for a change that never comes
Trying to find the meaning of it all
Wondering where the time has gone, I don’t know
Oh, I’ve walked this road a thousand times
And even though I’ve walked a million miles
It’s all the same
Will it ever change?
Now I know my place
Where I’ve been I’ll stay
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6. |
not just yet
02:14
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I can't make you fall apart again
Just keep those memories somewhere safe
Don’t let them slip away
Oh I cried
Over 30 fucking times this week
Come and help me see what I can’t see
I never seem to learn from my mistakes
Buried all these years in just few days
I would lie
If I said I’m glad you’re gone
I am barely putting up with this
Colors fade away, I’m left all gray with all these dreams
Of getting back the feeling we have lost along the way
I’ve tripped again
Sorry I’m coming home so late
I'll be fine one day
But I'm not moving on yet
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7. |
8th of december
04:20
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I drag myself over
To throw up again
So I can fall
Asleep on the floor
Shake me down
And bring me back
To the times
I was enough
I won’t get clean
I won’t get what I want
I curse your eyes
I curse these days
I curse my opportunist self
Seems I can’t trust myself
No more
And once again I fall
asleep on the floor
I won’t get clean
I won’t get what I want
I won’t get clean
I won’t get what I want
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