كلمات Sentinel

I want to see the backs of your fucking eyes, crying, pleading “please stop hurting me.” But you're a lone, you are still a ghost and your nerves are worn thin, a smile shed like snake skin and you trust no one. Keep singing the same song, a hundred times, until you get the point across: We're broken. But like a box inside a closet, you find nothing can just be “let go”. Anxious, bitter, your thoughts never changed, but you tell me that you aren't the same? We all see just how hard you've worked, but I don't buy it. You don't think the world changed for you, fucking, do you? Get your head out of your heart, the past haunts you until you die. Fear it, fear me. You will never escape.