imperfections Convoluted of broken glass The 16th day of May- the day I died Hypocrisies Tell me how this ends in your script called "Severance" So in
: don't know what to say don't know what to talk about don't know what to do about me and you I don't know what to think I always feel time's running
don't know what to say don't know what to talk about don't know what to do about me and you I don't know what to think I always feel time's running out
