Eerie smell is lingering on those empty and cold streets
There is no single soul to be seen
That one song is playing on repeat
Again and again
The volume is turned on 100
The soul haunting wind whistles through ears
Fingers are freezing and vision is getting dizzy
Sadness and forgiveness are taking over the heart
Feeling, like that is the beginning of the downfall
Again.
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 5:13 PM UTC
Eerie smell is lingering on those empty and cold streets
There is no single soul to be seen
That one song is playing on repeat
Again and again
The volume is turned on 100
The soul haunting wind whistles through ears
Fingers are freezing and vision is getting dizzy
Sadness and forgiveness are taking over the heart
Feeling, like that is the beginning of the downfall
Again.
Finally the tear drops and all of the pain starts to leave my body.
Again.
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