You're so fucking special

There Is An End - The Greenhornes

Words disappear,
Words weren't so clear,
Only echos passing through the night.

The lines on my face,
Your fingers once traced,
Fading reflection of what was.

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

I try to see through the disguise,
But the clouds were there,
Blocking out the sun (the sun).

Thoughts re-arrange,
Familar now strange,
All my skin is drifting on the wind.

Spring brings the rain,
With winter comes pain,
Every season has an end.

There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end,
There's an end.

Agora ouça isso mais de 15 vezes por dia, bote todos ao seu redor para ouvir junto e veja o que vira... Talvez não vire nada não, mas é complicado quando tomamos algumas coisas para nossa vida assim sem intervalalos... Acho uma puta falta de respeito!