歌词
Here’s to burning this flesh instead of using a blade
A fine balance is not a simple task
We all learn life’s weight
And we await your promises
To let the smoke clear and these illusions scale down existence and I’m lonesome
Here’s to pressing midnight oil
Instead of searching for comfort in pavement
These hands they learn to write as they tremble to this life’s weight
And we await your Promises
To let the smoke clear and these illusions scale down existence and I’m lonesome
I’m so lonesome
Did you fall to your contagion
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Nd I promise To let the smoke clear and these illusions Scale down existence and I’m lonesome I’m so…. lonesome
Written by: Seth Robinson


