Teksty: Spitalfield. Faster Crashes Harder. Sincerely, Empty.

These days go by and no one knows how much I've tried to let her know. And some would say that it's how things go, but I would say that I hardly know. I make myself sick and I talk to myself, better. I'll try not to quiver and hold her hand and try no to say things that make her mad. Until I get to watch her sleep. I won't let myself fall in too deep. Sincerely, empty.