This hoarse voice of a hurt heart
That breaks through the streets, alleys, squares and avenues
Of your chest that suffers with this piercing pain
That contaminates you and teaches too little
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
The shattered mirror of illusion
Smiles that were enjoyed are cruel
Shrapnel scatter around the floor
On which we walk barefoot
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
The shattered mirror of illusion
Smiles that were enjoyed are cruel
Shrapnel scatter around the floor
On which we walk barefoot
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
People loosely call it 'loneliness'
People loosely call it 'loneliness'