I am watching the horizon follow my salvation.
There's so much around me,
such a lack of compassion.
I thought it would be but a gaze,
and today it's all the same.
I want something to do,
need to feel the sickness in you.
You must feel the reason as it's leaving me,
no not
bad.
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh make me bad.
All I do is look for you,
and my affection needed to,
just to get some sort of attention,
attention.
What is it made
to you?
For me,
it's something I just do.
I want something,
I need to feel the sickness
in you.
I feel the reason as it's leaving me,
no not again.
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling
the flesh make me bad.
I feel the reason as it's leaving me,
no not again.
It's quite deceiving
as I'm feeling the flesh make me bad.
I feel the reason as it's leaving me,
no not again.
It's quite deceiving as I'm feeling the flesh make me bad.