Чайка (The Gull) - I Miss My Death

I've been given away Stripped of angels wings I couldn't really help but notice how the guilty lead the way I become so frail When you live your life this way Y

I chase your trail You're chasing me Trapped in a cycle with no end You always know how to find me Your conscience never seems to bend You build me up to tear m

Lies become the friend you tell all your secrets to Your bruises are invisible like they're never really there So you call on me as he strikes you down You look

In my darkest hour there is no room for me There is only room to breathe Only desperate means Only shades of grey There's no hope I feel disconnected Stuck in a

I'm tired of giving excuses too hate myself Time honored tradition I could do without The crutch has no reason except the greed itself Soon enough it will put t

I'm going through the phases Putting my feelings in their places For now I'll feel the pain Holding on to disbelief The thought just won't sink in I will never

Standing at the crossroads between a life And the needles end And there's no turning back once it's in It's down to dirty needles again And now you're chasing h

Well it seems to me You are consequence free You were born to lie so innocently Your guilt trips come cheap Stealing the best in me You don't compromise So our