Well I got simple taste for self destruction
I've always watch it from afar with no ambitions
as years have comes and passed, I guess it was written
it should have end a long ago, but I'm quite devoted
So here's another letter, from your favourite sparring partner, to let you know
that I'm doing fine, without getting better,
that I'm still hanging around, to accept the ceiling
that powered throught my heavy eyes, I've coloured something
but it was just a crack, a beautiful failure
hanging by a thread
a deadly reminder
that like a burning flag
I turned in on myself
I'll still walk away from the shore
can't cope with pressure
And if self medication incrase the fear
I've played patience a thousand times
here's my defeat
and now I know for sure
everything's got a price
'cuz I've only catch angels
where the evil lies
I just can't help it
it comes and playing on repeat
All at once
this loss of wonder makes me feel confortable
All at once
but it's pointless
just like my messy hair I'd rather cut this off
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