The Good and the Damned - Wanderlust

Tear off your velvet soul, if it's what you need
Solemn tales confessed from the wanderlust in me
I’ll whisper things you've always wanted to hear
Treasured words so hollow they echo, reverberations completely disappeared

Do you remember the nights when we'd dream of sunshine?
Impressions in our eyes, them demons inside
Cynical and desolate, they’re varnishin' your style
If I'm so in over my head, then why the hell does it feel like I'm drowning?

I'm drowning

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