The more they come,
The less I feel.
The deeper the cut,
The faster I heal.
The closer I’m getting,
I can be like the wind…
I’m becoming like nothing,
But every last thing.
The more they come,
The less I feel.
The deeper the cut,
The faster I heal.
The closer I’m getting,
I can be like the wind…
I’m becoming like nothing,
But every last thing.
