Testo di The Boy

The movement of the air Is the only thing I can breathe It's my only possession It's my only disease If a sea of self resentment Is the only thing you can see Will you be able to forgive yourself What a pale existance Reminds me sometimes of me I could see the resemblance I could see the difference I've been a boy For to long, but I'm awake The boy here How long 'till he'll break I tend to miss you I tend to miss you bad But tend to keep my habitat sealed Burn my loved ones It seems I'm so indifferent To the meaning of existance and feelings Bound to a toll On my heart is pushed away Alone here How long 'till I'll haze