Addict With A Pen - TØP

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Hello, we haven't talked in quite some time,
I know I haven't been the best...of sons,
Hello, I've been travelling in the desert of my mind
And I haven't found a drop,
Of life.
I haven't found a drop,
Of you.
I haven't found a drop.
I haven't found a drop,
Of water.

Water.

I tried desperately to run through the sand as I,
I hold the water in the palm of my hand,
Cause its all that I have,
And its all that I need,
And the waves of the water mean nothing to me.

But I try my best and all that I can To hold tightly onto what's left in my hand,
But no matter how, how tightly I will strain,
The sand will slow me down,
And the water will drain.

I'm just being dramatic in fact,
I'm at it again as an addict with a pen,
Who's addicted to the wind,
As it blows me back and forth, mindness, spineless and pretend
Of course ill be here again,
See you tomorrow but its the end of today,
End of my ways as a walking denial
My trial was filed as a crazy suicidal headcase.
But you specialize in dying,
You hear me screaming "father"
And I'm lying here just crying, so wash me with your water.

Water.

Hello we havent talked in quite some time,
I know I havent been the best of sons.
Hello, I've been travelling in the desert of my mind,
And I havent found a drop,

Of life.
I havent found a drop,
Of you.
I havent found a drop.
I havent found a drop,
Of Water.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 21, 2016 ⏰

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