@migu music@

Your pale skin is a razor sharp wire

So I place these scales over my eyes

Don't touch me(don't touch me)

I'm sick

You whisper

But I hear only what I choose

Hello my good old friend

Your hand pulls me back from that mire

Will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there

Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone

You know that feeling of fear and desperation

In the pit of your stomach making you nauseous

Excitement apprehension you wish you could lose it all

Hello my good old friend

Your hand pulls me back from that mire

Will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there

Hello my good old friend

Your hand pulls me back from that mire

Will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there

Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone

Afterwards my mouth will be filled with gravel and I'm left alone

Nothing the fear of dealing with this is stronger than the fear of just

Forgetting this and future I am scared of you

No no no

Hello my good old friend

Your hand pulls me back from that mire

Will I love back and stare and wonder is she is way back there

I swear I'll find my way back to the light now that I'm left alone

Surrender