1 Regress

I'm yearning - my place is forbidden

my heart in chest

I'm earning nothing but pain

I can't hold up more - I'm giving up

No

Let me hold something soft

don't say: "I'm sorry" - don't go for more,

bite an apple take my tickets for -> then hear me out

Sit!

and listen for, could you remove?

Sins from my pumping blood device,

in good advance tell me what to do

I'm (not) lost, please, tell me, not them, but you

I hope you won't lie even if I do

that to myself

Be honest before it's gone.

Lemme rest - it's time