Fall apart
Misfortunate sons
The words just won’t come out
Stifled and choked at every turn
Each morbid thought begets the next
I’m certain they will drown
Before they ever reach the tip of my tongue
To breach the surface for air
So what’s the point now?
Stifled and choked at every turn
Each morbid thought begets the next
I’m certain they will drown
Before they ever reach the tip of my tongue
To breach the surface for air
So what’s the point now?
I watched the life drain from your face
Color gone, black and white, the cold hard truth
Lost in a dream you were raised to believe
But I’m just as lost as you
The more you talk, the less I have to say
Misery, retribution
Fall apart, just fall apart
There is nothing left here for us
But the emptiness inside our chests
The more you talk, the less I have to say
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