What happens at the point where my mind useless?
When no more healing sessions
Would take away the bruises
Seems like every little single part
Seems like every little single part was scattered down in pieces
Like every straight line now appears to me crooked
Nowadays it's a vicious cycle of more and less acceptance
It's rainstorming
Burn!
At the point you thought yourself
Unshakable with this asset
You had a big strategy running but like your light you lost
Understand that I went wrong but not asking for repentance
It's a vicious cycle of more and less acceptance