Nothing by Editors
The sun said nothing
About my demise
My fall to the floor
Sparks from your stare
Cascade into mine
Started a war
Started a war
Monday morning
Hungover, red eyes
Hide it all the way
We walk through a crowd of strangers
Two minutes from your door
You lived there all your life
Every conversation within you
Starts a celebration in me
Till I got nothing left
I got nothing left
Out of it you handle it for everyone
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