Status: ON HOLD
Unveiled
Sometimes we really are alone...
That's just what expect you to think.
The truth is... the blind can see them.
That's just what expect you to think.
The truth is... the blind can see them.
- I walk the tightrope on my way home
- I'll come back, when you call me
- You're staring me down, a glance makes me weak
- Hear the whispers in the dark
- I see those eyes, reflected on your face
- A quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word
- There might as well be blood stains on this carpet floor
- Every single moment I will need you
- Reiterate that I believe you
- Looking at life through a loaded gun
- Count me in and I'll be the one to take the knife out of your spine
- You ought to be holding me, I'm not containable