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I don’t wanna break the fall

Why do I feel nothing at all?

They try to say it doesn’t hurt

The things I want they never work

I don’t think we feel the same

I see it standing in the rain

I’ll never see the northern lights

I’ll never know what it’s like

At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling

And all the good will go away ‘cause everything is fleeting

Hollow

Sorrow

Beg for tomorrow

I don’t wanna break the bad news

Do I have to? I guess I had to

On the threshold, at the surface

I’m feeling worthless, so what’s the purpose?

It all begins to fray, еvery single thing

And the linеs begin to blur between black and grey

I broke the bad news, but did I have to?

I guess I had to

At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling

And all the good will go away ‘cause everything is fleeting

Hollow

Sorrow

Beg for tomorrow

At any given moment see them crawling on the ceiling

I thought the pain would go away but all my thoughts are fleeting

Hollow

Sorrow

Red hands don’t borrow