Pale walls with simple scrawls Definition of the hate Encrypted beauty flows so smoothly Shame I don’t have the faith Pale walls with simple scrawls Definition of my fate Encrypted beauty flows so smoothly Shame I have lost the faith
Its cold, so cold, in here
The mind comes to pieces It all comes undone Trying to find you Trying to hold you How much would I give To have something as good as this Would you help me? Could you?