2 acessos
This engulfs precious breath
but it is a decent answer
To the dismal truth
That ravages some creatures
A touch of pride makes me stronger
Decision comes around reluctantly
'Cause humiliation is a modest way to
Punish for the mercy of extreme terror
Chorus: Now my thoughts are clenched and unsuspected
The declining sun yields to the dusk
I enjoy the play of the intentness
Foundered summons
I don't feel borne on my triumph
kind of sour joke
That makes me hushed
when I see his contrite face
It fades away, as I flick out
like a bubble, and let all
Creepers out to toss and turn
filter through the embrace
Chorus
I have a claim on what I earn
Adjust myself to this new world
Burrow into my own reply
Lying against a better judgement
Redefine which attitude might be relaxed
Maybe the scar can be found under the skin
There's a kind of rejection, inside the squirm
Of my trembling body, massif but weak