I sit in my room and stare at the wall
watching time float away.
It's so much harder, harder to breath
With a hole growing in the chest.
The days go on, theres a writing on the wall, right next to the picture of you.
I try to hide the fact that im afraid to feel anything at all.
And all my friends, they try to cheer me up
"come on man, things get better with time".
But i fear this has become a too big part of me.
It's hard to take when you're always breathing for two.
Some nights i'm having trouble falling asleep, some nights i wish i would never wake up.
Did i ever tell you how much i drowned in the blue of your eyes?
And how you looked at me made feel like i never felt before.
Everytime i close my eyes all i see, is your face.
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A rollercoaster of rage-crying emotion sure to send you over the edge if you're not careful. Gotta love Old Gray and all the emo ragers they write for us. Mikey
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
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This album is haunting, beautiful, and cathartic. One of the best post-black metal albums out there. I bought a cd on Discogs, but needed the vinyl. Доберман Сатз