Days In Grief The Abstract Feeling Of Being Lost
Sometimes it's hard to speak
sometimes i'd like stop thinking
like stop suffering
when heaven falls
and angels lie when stars cry
when silence speaks
I felt these clouds appear
in shades of gray
they conquered my horizon
in windy nights
i wish they'd go away now
these clouds of grey
chorus:
Fall in chains
call in vain
(it brings me down)
And if i turn around
maybe the sparks that flew
would blind my eyes then
a bitter taste runs
through the sweetnes of life
won't turn around
Lost in confusion
thrown back by mistakes
still mislead by illusions
when truth turns to fake
...and it hurts
