Paroles de False
False love, from a false beingTiny hands cry out for a touch
A single touch to keep
Cherishing the beauty
But thin air calls
Vapours and ashes
Nothing but utter desolation
A false touch, from unwanted hands
Desperately needing to feel
The comfort of someone
Relapse into memory
A continuing nightmare
That will never cease
No sense of feeling
But one cold, numb shot of depression
Always and ever to be
The state of mind
The state of existence
But thin air calls
Vapours and ashes
Nothing but utter desolation
A false touch, from unwanted hands
Desperately needing to feel
The comfort of someone
Relapse into memory
A continuing nightmare
That will never cease
No sense of feeling
But one cold, numb shot of depression
Always and ever to be
The state of mind
The state of existence
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