Cry.... Die.... It’s two-ply madness, holding sorrow In the kitchen at 3 a.m., I still feel hollow I keep the phone face down Let the quiet make its sound If I let it out, maybe I can breathe Maybe I can let this pressure leave Release
Cry.... Die.... It’s two-ply madness, holding sorrow In the kitchen at 3 a.m., I still feel hollow I keep the phone face down Let the quiet make its sound If I let it out, maybe I can breathe Maybe I can let this pressure leave Release
