The Walker کے بول

I am out, for a walk And I will not be back until they're staining my skin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin Every night I do walk, and if there, looking down not referring my chin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin That's a way to truly be seen By furiously scheming in Forget the jewels I'm livid, friends are shutting out Fine on their own Blood on my cheeks, birds come by One of my stomps and they fly People politely smile to make sure I won't come any closer I am out, for a walk And I will not be back until they're staining my skin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin Every night I do walk, and if there, looking down not referring my chin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin Now A swollen eye is for days Of curious calm, snow in May Way better off on my own Since no one cries there's no one to blame It hurts, I feel everything As my sense of self's wearing thin Such pains can be a delight Far from when I could drown in my shame I am out, for a walk And I will not be back until they're staining my skin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin Every night I do walk, and if there, looking down not referring my chin This is how I chose to talk with some violent hits Violent blossoms akin