8 acessos
Aren't they cold
The eyes you see me with
Aren't they old
The words you speak
I still bleed from the same wounds
It is still the same taste of salt
They are living inside my dreams
I feed them now as I trapped them in
I will keep on chasing the unreal
Even if I know I'll die each time more
It never leaves
I still feel the rain
The one you say that isn't
The one you don't comprehend
Every scar will stay
Pale lilac, amethyst
Every scar is alive
Pale lilac, amethyst