I am the closest thing to God4 читателя тэги

That all this becomes this waste that we call life

And it's real

Yet I hate all the things that I've become

Why the smiles become

A waste of time I get this empty feeling

That's оnly becoming my friend

This is gone, I'm home

As оnly you can see

But at times like this I can't believe your lies

And I feel

That the same is happening to you so

Why the smiles become

A waste of time I get this empty feeling

That's оnly becoming my friend

This is gone, I'm home

As оnly you can see

I want to know why this happening to me

All myself and its still becoming

All myself and its still becoming

I fall asleep inside my head

Because frustrations all that's left

I can't afford to work this out

Because frustrations all I

Still we try

But at times like this they won't believe our lies

And we know