You half felt the feelings that you made hard You didn't want to be alone You lived through your hell But you can't reap what you've sown outgrown, no home what is it to suffer?
Greed is the seed of death in the river, there is a shimmer a reflection of what you have left a treasure from the heavens because there isn't much left
Love is a condition It's conditional my disposition was your inquisition towards people close to me *** I could never stand to see another person in my position