Besedila: Ill Niño. Confession. When It Cuts.

I cannot justify your envy
But I will be understanding when you stay
Then I will satisfy you in every
But I'm not feeling coherent when you say

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again
Again

Though I'm right, I don't think I'll win this fight
But I'm trying though it's ripping me inside
Just in case that I'm taking up your space
I'll be feeling too, whatever's left inside

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again

I can't go on
I'm not that strong
I'm so alone
You just gotta set me free

I'm still living day, no way
I don't care what you say
Your eyes despise my lies
Just say goodbye

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I

When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I
When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard
And I die again

Again, again
Waste your breath