Drowning In Memories

Just another little breath
In a faulty mind

Photographic lies and shattered dreams
Five drops, one year, empty sides

New faces make lower slopes

New sounds, hated songs
Bad calls and tricky needs

Five drops, two years, lackin' sleep

My hands are tired and warm

So much ash to carry on
Rests of "what could have been"

Drowning in memories, alone

This vise of grudge
Strangling me so much
Is my brain cruel enough for make my crying so tough?

Crowded garden, plastic chairs
New unexpected fails
When the world seems numb again
Are you playing the same today?

My hands are tired and warm
So much ash to carry on

Rests of "what could have been"
Drowning in memories, alone



Credits
Writer(s): Marco Barcaroli
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