The Slow Rythyms Of A Dead-beat by Deserters
Here it goes again, time to fake a smile. Life has been
this way for quite
a while. I fucked it up all by myself. I couldn�t bear to
ask for help.
Now, there�s nothing fueling all the hate inside, it�s
just another day
without my child. I abandoned hearts. I abandoned homes.
I did this all on
my own. Here it goes again, pretend that it�s all fine.
Hate�s all I�ve
got, but at least it�s mine. I fucked it up all by
myself. I left love
behind all on my own. So, bear witness to weakness, he�s
|
