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The Cut That Always Bleeds - Conan Gray Sped Up
this song expresses a genuine feeling
My soul fades like a forgotten phantom in the throng of strangers... and my breaths ragged in my chest like a blade tearing through the silence
iam trapped between "here" and "there",, neither the earth can contain me nor absence have mercy on me
have u ever experienced dying while still alive... because someone forgot to say ur name?
iam trapped between "here" and "there",, neither the earth can contain me nor absence have mercy on me
have u ever experienced dying while still alive... because someone forgot to say ur name?
i stand on the precipice of oblivion, the winds whipping away what remains of ur features in my memory.
my chest aches with silent cries, heard only by an endless, long night.
i search for ur face in the faces of passersby
like a stranger who has lost his homeland in the hustle and bustle of life.
have u ever seen a homeland abandon its citizens
leaving them exiled within its own borders?
my chest aches with silent cries, heard only by an endless, long night.
i search for ur face in the faces of passersby
like a stranger who has lost his homeland in the hustle and bustle of life.
have u ever seen a homeland abandon its citizens
leaving them exiled within its own borders?
shall i conceal my love for u? and how can the heart hide it
when the eyes blaze with its revelation? shall i deny longing? No.. iam consumed by yearning that follows me
and finds me, and i appease it.
i walk towards u, my steps bound to u, as if i were a ship whose harbor has been lost.
ily now⦠no yesterday binds me
nor tomorrow, only my love whispers to it.
@7:18
when the eyes blaze with its revelation? shall i deny longing? No.. iam consumed by yearning that follows me
and finds me, and i appease it.
i walk towards u, my steps bound to u, as if i were a ship whose harbor has been lost.
ily now⦠no yesterday binds me
nor tomorrow, only my love whispers to it.
@7:18
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what good are these wings that have sprouted on my shoulders, if every time i try to fly i feel that the sky is narrow, and that the wind is pushing me back?
flying does not mean wide open space, but rather having a place where u long to land.
what is the value of wings if they do not lead me to ur balcony, and what is the point of the sky if u are not its expanse?
@7:18
flying does not mean wide open space, but rather having a place where u long to land.
what is the value of wings if they do not lead me to ur balcony, and what is the point of the sky if u are not its expanse?
@7:18
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