Besedila: On Broken Wings. Deep Six.

I hate the was you're looking at me lately
It makes me want to choke that smile off your face
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might
This time I'm really drowning, swallowed by consuming seas
I'm not sure if I'm sinking or if you're sinking me
I can't even swallow, my heart feels so swollen
I'd love to show you what I meant by
I'd like to see you dead
You can't sperate my eyes
I don't say this often but tonight I think I might
If you could make this last

I would take the world from you
As if a wasted past could ever totally consume me
Maybe by tomorrow, you'll have stopped your raspirating
God I hope the saying true
And he broke the mold when he made you