Текст: 504 Plan. Minutia. Mall Madness.

Hard earned friendship is a well earned tear,
Falling from the brownest eyes.
Talking to itself all the way down,
Raining night time in the sky.

Time honored hurt,
Empty and cold from all the things I miss,
This is the way I am inside.
Feeding the tears with all the memories
I've made of her,
Now it's the only way I feel
When I remember love