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• Artiste: Catalysts (The)
• Titre: Whispers
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He has the looks that kill, and the smile of a prince. He could kick until he screams, and she wouldn't even flinch. All the bruises on her ego, and the scars on her arms. Don't even compare to the evil ways of his charm. If she ran, ran so far away, where would she go, what could she say. If she ran, ran so far away, what would she do, what could she say. The whispers in her ear aren't of any help. They snicker until they snear, only thinking of themselves. They pave the roads for those who are ashamed Leading to a place only filled with pain. One plea is all it took for his mood to begin. One life is all it takes for him to win. But she plays along like all it's monopoly. Lieing her way through the life she leads. When tomorrow starts it will all change, She repeats to herself, looking through window shades. (Start running now, Start running now) The tears in her eyes, flow down her face. It would just take one hand to pull her out of this place. But she stays for the comfort, within the dark. Only seeing through a simple spark. Now the light seems blinding, the comfort gone. Alone she is left, without any harm. She starts running thinking If I ran, ran so far away Where would I go, what could I say. If I ran, ran so far away, What would I do, what would I say