Once again they tell me that I’m insensible
It must be true, It’s always the same accusation
You don’t feel well and you seek a reason,
I guess it’s me, I guess it’s my lack of compassion
And I fake to sympathize
With the struggles you endure every single day
These desperate cries
Surround my isolation
I wanna be alone
Am I whole? Am I hollow?
When heaven descends to the
Palms of my hands
I wanna be alone
Am I whole? Am I hollow?
Before my eyes the most beautiful girl cries
Still I run to avoid any complications |
