bad habits
No sleep. No sounds
No words. No bounds.
Silent soil of rock and dirt.
Did I choose to accept my birth?
No road. No path.
No smiles. No wrath.
If theres something I really miss.
Then its you who saves me from all this.
No graves. No life.
No blood. No knife.
This is where I sit, here I wait.
Flavored with agony is my state.
No time. No lies.
No touch. No eyes.
Every single morning I wake up for you.
And if you forget me, then what should I do?
No words. No bounds.
Silent soil of rock and dirt.
Did I choose to accept my birth?
No road. No path.
No smiles. No wrath.
If theres something I really miss.
Then its you who saves me from all this.
No graves. No life.
No blood. No knife.
This is where I sit, here I wait.
Flavored with agony is my state.
No time. No lies.
No touch. No eyes.
Every single morning I wake up for you.
And if you forget me, then what should I do?
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