There’s a knife in my neck As I face that feeble phrase, Which starts with me And goes to hell And ends with you always. It doesn’t take too much For my lips to try to form it, But God, it takes a lot For my brain to try to forget The pain when you say it’s time,
disappear –> surrender
disappear –> surrender
disappear –> surrender
There’s a knife in my neck As I face that feeble phrase, Which starts with me And goes to hell And ends with you always. It doesn’t take too much For my lips to try to form it, But God, it takes a lot For my brain to try to forget The pain when you say it’s time,