7 acessos
sitting in the corner i don't know what to think i can't speak i sink a little deeper with every drink i try to sleep i shut my eyes and like a leaky faucet fear floods
the room the one that drips
away patiently by day it was
either lost or it was stolen
but it's been missing for too long i woke up one morning and i couldn't see the sunrise i can't recall the exact moment now but it began some time ago and it makes me wonder after all i've done what have i got to show i'm aggravated i'm what you created now don't break me