my eyes have finally stopped burning
and your grasp is starting to slide
my arms fully out reaching
this mess finally died
so tell me again how it felt
there's no one here
to brush aside
it's ok to pretend
you tell me it had to be this way
like dark at the end of the day
no sense in mourning the foolish
the waves have pulled back with the tide
looking for something to demolish
comfort in learning to hide

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN