So slowly I'm losing who I've sworn to be. a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. I've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise... a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep. Instrumental:
So slowly I'm losing who I've sworn to be. a promise in pencil that years have made so hard to read. I've spent my life building walls brick by brick and bruise by bruise... a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep. Instrumental: