2 acessos
I couldn't ask you not to go
You were never there
Left walking alone
Picking flowers that become ashes in my hands
My feet sink into the ground
I see you as a mirage ahead
But these leaves hanging on broken limps above me
Have made suicide their new fad
Laying under this pile of everything
I could never become
I could never commit
I've been reaching for air
Snap the stem
Pluck the petals
Nothing is going to be ok
I can tell
You're not there