Fading into Nothing

Grille de la piste #173406

Fournie par dimeomax

Lyrics:

© moonchild
rough
that is what i call our love
so easy to just unplug
afraid of what we’re capable of
im destroying parts of me to
stay
on a higher frequency but I’m
afraid of what’s on the inside
i see my limbs in bondage
hardly recognizeable

you tell me you don’t need me
but you want my everything
i’m so mixed up inside
fading into nothing

we
isn’t a thing it’s lone
some at it’s finest
waiting for some kind of
consolation prize

the books
the talks
the downloads
if i were here
i’d explode
but i’m so gone it’s scary
guess i’ll have to gather pieces

you tell me you don’t need me
but you want my everything
i’m so mixed up inside
fading into nothing