Aftermath

Now we have found the short simple ones... tearing me down, pulling you up IÂ've never expected such a thing would happen... nothing satisfies, nothing will... CanÂ't say iÂ'm sorry... thatÂ's where I draw the line Taste and smell water from the well Although IÂ'm not exempt of blame... my thoughts keep running on the past constantly I wish that something would come along... to show me the right kind of flavour CanÂ't say iÂ'm sorry... thatÂ's where I draw the line Taste and smell water from the well IÂ'm so sorry... the dream that takes my all Taste and smell water from the well IÂ've never expected such a thing would happen... nothing satisfies, nothing will... Welcome to fake your denial! Welcome to face the aftermath!