I will never walk the same way as you
You have traps for those who walk with you
I will never touch your skin again
You have walls before your skin
I have callouses from hitting those walls
I have moss from crying over and over again
We are sinking as we took a deep breath, our load is heavy
Does someone need to die for us to say something new?
Be brave and take some responsibility
sometimes you have to make love in spite of it all