An illusion,
I found in your disposition.
A false impression,
in you and the sky itself.
Do you live for yourself?
My faint scars still bleed,
with empathy and false hope.
Praying to whatever lies above,
let me find,
my conclusion.
An illusion,
I found in your disposition.
A false impression,
in you and the sky itself.
Do you live for yourself?
My faint scars still bleed,
with empathy and false hope.
Praying to whatever lies above,
let me find,
my conclusion.