Из альбома: Sleep
I wish i could wash this all away
by dragging you across my wrists
if i could just reclaim myself
find another cure for this
slipping, pulling, too ripped up to move
slipping, pulling, too ripped up to move
i can't do this alone
i can't go through this without you
i can't do this alone
i can't do this at all
could never keep this going on my own
wish I could pay you back for wasted time
if I could ask one thing of you
keep me warm in the back of your mind
i can't do this alone
i can't go throught this without you
i can't do this alone
i can't do this at all
slipping, pulling, too ripped up to move
slipping, pulling, too ripped up to move
i come alone
this is my sole recourse
this is the end
i'm just sick....
slow.....
just cynical
not a second of this matters
not a second of this....