Now I'm so scared to breath, scared to be.
Scared of change, or to lose you.
Will you remember me tomorrow,
when I'm not longer here?
I won't try to scape this,
'cause the end is the end.
14 de septiembre de 2014
8 de septiembre de 2014
But I can tell there's some truth in your lies.
I've lost your tears in this endless ocean.
And I can't remember your perfume.
I've lost you, a reminder that this is a cold place.
So I won't feel your hand in mine anymore.