The timing was wrong, but sharp on the mark, breaking occured long ago.
This day is batterd, cold and shattered, in the midst of feelings I feel nothing.
Don't feel a thing I suppose it's not bad.
Your poor attemps to hurt me are poor as I say, and leave the sky falling grey.
The timing was wrong, but sharp on the mark, breaking occured long ago.
This day is batterd, cold and shattered, in the midst of feelings I feel nothing.
Don't feel a thing I suppose it's not bad.
Your poor attemps to hurt me are poor as I say, and leave the sky falling grey.
Time, time holds the truth
Time, time holds the truth
Why'd you go