in still 500a şarkı sözleri
The cost of growth
Is always a rupture
Eyes frantically darting for a reason
For vindication from thin thoughts
And dry lips
Disillusion me again
Show me how to cut it all away
Slowly extorted
Gaslight-hearted
Left to question
Peering in from this cold threshold
Warm floors and soft tones ripped away
Things become easier, not clearer, in time
