Saturday, 12 November 2016

Distress of the unspoken truth




Playing the distress
On your unspoken truth
Once I lied to you
Once I cried for you

But we are lost
Like a miserable toys
Lost in a crowd
Lost in a translation

It's just a senses
On ours hands
We cried every night
We lost every mind

It's just a fragile
The unspoken truth
It's just a mess
Once I lied to you

But we are lost
Like a miserable toys 
Lost in a crowd
Lost in a translation

Senses and the hands
Touches and the sex
Fuckers and the liars

It's just a senses 
On ours hands
We cried every night
We lost every mind

It's just a fragile
The unspoken truth
It's justa mess
Once I lied to you

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