The art of feeling sorry
with no one on the line
the art of feeling angry
with no one left to fight
There's nobody outthere
you'd like to think
dusted-off security
pre-programmed demise
The weak they love the sun
soaking up everyone
the weak they love the downfall, crying all the same
as their world goes down
No grip as always
chokening anger and purity
you're far away you could be everything
you're far away you could be everything
let me run away
copyright by Soraya M Garca 4/29/2013
