I withhold this trophy tonight
for the worry you lag on and on
a sack you drag as it parties
owning your back, breaking the light
I withhold my hand and stop the words
for your voice seeps the air I breath
a strangle of the life that smiles
tugging me in the abyss of your devoid
I withhold my trust as I can't censor
the irk that traps and can't be tamed
a mafia that drives you crazy 24 hours
drugging me in a cage of no care
I withhold my question about our intentions
the drive that makes me explode
as I can't blame or save your paranoia
telling a fiction in the reality of stolen memories
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:41 PM UTC
I withhold this trophy tonight
for the worry you lag on and on
a sack you drag as it parties
owning your back, breaking the light
I withhold my hand and stop the words
for your voice seeps the air I breath
a strangle of the life that smiles
tugging me in the abyss of your devoid
I withhold my trust as I can't censor
the irk that traps and can't be tamed
a mafia that drives you crazy 24 hours
drugging me in a cage of no care
I withhold my question about our intentions
the drive that makes me explode
as I can't blame or save your paranoia
telling a fiction in the reality of stolen memories
