What I beg of tomorrow you'll dream of in years...
I walk through the streets where a thousand eyes follow each step I take.
You've left me here before, incapable of moving forward I've rotted in my own
womited words to sell out my sins before they've reached those delicate ears of yours...
You've left me here before, incapable of moving forward I've rotted in my own
womited words to sell out my sins before they've reached those delicate ears of yours...