Тексты песен Abby Ahmad

It must be the season There must be a reason That my days have started Dressing up like nights There must be some feeling That needs some appeasing When the moon becomes A cruel excuse for daylight We

Repeat performance Cruel déjà vu You play the bad guy And I'll play the fool How could I slip and make the same mistake twice? When did I learn to forgo my own good advice? I cannot stand here Awaitin

“I’m sorry.” Two words I can’t seem to extract From my vocabulary It’s not that I’ve done wrong See, this is where things get hairy History has wired me this way The suction Of that phrase upon my bra

I need to step outside Another day marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground, been pushed down by this Primitive pride My voice, a stifled symphony M

I cannot be the boss of me I’ve been reduced to puppetry Cause it takes you To make me function properly I’ve made it so that I can’t breathe Through the staleness of this stagnancy Dependency I’m mar