paroles de chanson Harsh Hair, Crooked Fingers - sosi

Go, no snow
But it's gotten cold
No coat
For the ice that's coming out their throats
I know it all too well
Don't have to show it
They can already tell
I'll blow it
I've only just come back from hell
Don't keep me
Staring at each other
Crossed knees
Swinging through reality
Trapeze

Go, no show
This shit is getting old
They know
I'm done walking down this road
With all this on my shoulders
Slowly losing my composure
Losing, losing, I'm losing my composure
Losing, losing, I'm losing my composure