TechyRomantics
quicksand
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Your word against mine
Arguing on and on like this
My sins multiply exponentially
Stop calling me
I donât want to hear your voice
Accusing me
Iâm drowning in a quicksand of your statements
Inadequate and helpless in your presence
Swimming against the tide
Swirling and being sucked dry
The things you want from me
I canât give them
If I can get away from you
Iâd want to
If I can get away from you
Iâd try to
Cut me off
Write me off your list
Nothing left to give
I canât help it
Iâm bled dry
Sucked dry
Nothing else is left for me
Helpless, restless
Stop calling me
- Álbum:
- Escape