Текст: Sinking Ships. The Limit.

And I'm trying hard to breathe, sorting out all the shit you told me. Holding on, despite everything, holding me from facing all my fears. But I still hold. And I still try. So give it up, you're not winning over me. With fake smiles and fake sympathy. You still haven't earned a fucking thing, so step back and take some time to see that the truth defines you, is built on lies. And there's more to life than the emptiness that you inside, and there's more to life than your bullshit. And I see right through