Artwork EGON SCHIELE
You are broken
I am exhausted
Should we let this pass?
You are wounded
I am bleeding
We'll let this pass
You walk away
I am still standing here
This will pass
You want real
I am only fake
It was meant to pass
You are still in love
I am an empty sound
Everything passes
You lost and then you lost again
I am lost
We lost
Was this always a lost battle?
Was this a battle?
I don't fight anymore
I don't bulldoze people's walls
I am done
How would you know?
You never asked
You let it pass.
But I feel you inside me
Passing by
Like a bullet
Like a bat
Like a thought
I'll let you pass.
