歌词
Rockets (regressed/repressed), an hand pushes the fatal shot ever-closer to a broken tune.
Wasting my time and thrown face-first into a bloody trail
Left by gods and habits started
While misery dreads the broken-hearted
Behind fragile hours, one more untimely existence.
Self destruct before daylight, wake up death from spite.
My head's too tired to change what can't be,
Too forgetful to feel what was once seen.
I never forgave your silence
Sometimes we fail to need and slipping past grief is easier than making myself bleed.
Show me how to feel for you.