I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface
Don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
How can you see into my eyes
like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb?
Without a soul;
my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold,
until you find it there and lead it back home
And it's mine
The most loneliest day of my life
Such a lonely day
Should be banned
It's a day that I can't stand
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone
Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type
That sticks around like summat in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I've dreamt about you nearly every night this
Atenciosamente,
Equipe CraftLandia.
