untitled
At the last moment of hope
To save what once was
A hidden hand grabs at my throat
Had I shouted every unspoken word
Would you have listened?
Would it have even sunk in?
A master at blocking out any story
That doesn’t match what you’ve built
You’ve convinced yourself that I’m to blame
By numbing any sense of guilt
As I...
To save what once was
A hidden hand grabs at my throat
Had I shouted every unspoken word
Would you have listened?
Would it have even sunk in?
A master at blocking out any story
That doesn’t match what you’ve built
You’ve convinced yourself that I’m to blame
By numbing any sense of guilt
As I...