Thin walls are crushing on my world,
Soul thoughts are squeezing in a vice,
I am feeling how my ugly veins
Again insist to pay their price.
In music looking for salvation,
In music looking for my dream,
There all my faults always forgiven
There I can hide my painful scream.
I'm drowning or am I asleep?
My legs refuse to wake from bed
Why no one wants to come for me,
Why no one asks why I'm so sad?
"Stand on the ledge, don't hesitate" -
Street whispers, let the wind blows down
It assures me that I can soar,
And I believe. So
Three,
Two,
One...
Whisper
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