Imprimer - Paroles Mania

I couldn't ask you not to go

You were never there

Left walking alone

Picking flowers that become ashes in my hands

My feet sink into the ground

I see you as a mirage ahead

But these leaves hanging on broken limps above me

Have made suicide their new fad

Laying under this pile of everything

I could never become

I could never commit

I've been reaching for air

Snap the stem

Pluck the petals

Nothing is going to be ok

I can tell

You're not there

From Paroles Mania