The invisibility is suffocating
It's a tight mask or a dark smog floating around
Forcibly bound and stuck to the ground
How can one be down to earth when the nettles are stinging?
Love was supposed to create visibility
To show everything
To stop the quiet speaking and let thoughts loudly sing
To make comfortable the feelings of vulnerability
The heart knows
And every time it remembers it falls into bits
Hitting the floor, experiencing the blows
I wanted to be your visible, I want to be a piece that fits
Nothing of your life shows
That I am in it, that I am in it...
Jul 3, 2020
Jul 3, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
The invisibility is suffocating
It's a tight mask or a dark smog floating around
Forcibly bound and stuck to the ground
How can one be down to earth when the nettles are stinging?
Love was supposed to create visibility
To show everything
To stop the quiet speaking and let thoughts loudly sing
To make comfortable the feelings of vulnerability
The heart knows
And every time it remembers it falls into bits
Hitting the floor, experiencing the blows
I wanted to be your visible, I want to be a piece that fits
Nothing of your life shows
That I am in it, that I am in it...
