Growing Crooked
Alone and sitting in the middle of her pain
Thinking sour
Feelings everyday
She would befriend anything that mends lost chances in time
She would never find,
Growing crooked,
The smaller of the same,
Showed me things i thought
Everything was there in line with them
She would never find out
Mane has opened...
Blowing snow and...
Laughing with her
Crescendo Tortuosa
Sozinha, sentada no meio da dor
Pensando amargo
Sentimentos todo dia
Ela faria amizade com qualquer coisa que consertasse as chances perdidas no tempo
Ela nunca descobriria,
Crescendo tortuosa,
A menor do mesmo,
Me mostrou coisas que eu achava
Que tudo estava alinhado com elas
Ela nunca descobriria
A crina se abriu...
Soprando neve e...
Rindo com ela