So it's me
the one you pushed to far...
Fringed denim, teaseing toes,
dusting dirt under wood piles...
My amber friend has to failed wrap its warm hands...
I still avoid to my cold friend with its caressing...
If i was never born,
the world would be brighter...
I told the truth,
told it was a lie...
Here I am again
laying alone...
Pull up my sleeve
tell me what you see...
I dont think they walked away , i don't remember...
should i go back to nowhere closer to wherever i...
I tried to get you to see this is who I am who I...
So we meet again my old friend
as I say to my knife...
Here I am
addicted again...
Why I do it
is what you ask...