A Small Part Testo

Lost in the skin I have wornTrapped in the guilt of a lie
A tremor from my heart
is shaking to my mind
And everytime we part
you have drawn the line
erasing any fall
That lies on the other side of this
I know I need this
I know I can't need this
A simple taste of your acrylic lips
What's in between us
is a static rift waiting to eat us
And bring us to this
A small part of the fake
that's come to me
Well your photographs
they walk back into me
They have their way
to pull me under
Solo
Yeah
A small part of the fake
that's come to me
Well your photographs
they walk back into me
They have their way
to pull me under
Way down within the past and the present
I wait for the end
with every breath