Hardwoods Payed Testo

this branch breaks into a different kind of branch. this teardrop beads a different kind of seed. i promised myself id only write happy songs anymore, but here i am alone again, sucking up the night. ive lost nothing with everything to gain. this pretense tells me nothing changes until its prime. this backdrop tells me: 'everything to gain.' if i cant find innocence in anything that makes me change this much, then i cant find innocence. so i push people away. with anything that makes me change this much, ill push them all away. 'i cant give you what they gave you.' i fall in depression. ' i wont make you run away, i wont make you run away' well, i wont make YOU run away. ive lost nothing with everything to gain. ive lost nothing on my own. i wont be afraid of you on my own.