Calm down my forsaken.
Please hold that thought.
I’m not listening anymore.
Come down, calm down, my forsaken, control yourself.
I’m not listening anymore.
Hold that thought because I cannot hear your voice through the glass.
I cannot read your lips are moving too fast.
The sorrow the speeches, spare me the news.
Tie me a rope and just spare me the news.
Say that thing you say. You really don’t mean anything.
Shamelessly discarded and I’m ashamed to see you still breathing down the back of my neck.
Calm down my forsaken.
Please hold that thought.
I’m not listening anymore.
We need to withstand anything that divides.
We need to withstand anything that divides.
