Some kind of friction has scarred me, but created your new style.
My reasons to endure used to be based around who you were,
and your brilliant passion that could blaze right in front of a perfect stranger.
This is my downfall – my blemish, I’ve been told before.
Quit holding on to what she was.
She doesn’t recognize you or herself anymore.
She’s stuck in the process of embracing what crumbles,
and when it happens there will be no apologies.
She chose to collapse what held her,
and if not cautious there may never be a cradle to soften her descent, like clouds.
New shapes are taken, but they’re not always actual, they’re never tangible.
It’s so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing,
and having no power to stop them.
On endless nights my need to roam I've come to desecrate your bones As maggots…
Bir Firtina tuttu bizi, deryaya kardi. O bizim Kavusmalarimiz a yarim, Mahsere kaldi. O bizim…
some people think they caught us slipping but we all know that it's not true…
Distant from faces hollow and uncomfortable. I haven't been up or down in so long,…
To come apart in mountain tops is to come apart in rain Every note creates…
Feed me, fix me Please stop the shaking taking over me Please set me free…