Rusty Nails

In broken speech

you tricked me on shaky ground

don´t tell me...

It feels like

walking on rusty nails

but the pain is not mine

Where we collide?

Down is the only way out

cause hells above...

I´ve tryed to

focus on anything

but the strain inside

some words rush

like jets in the sky

dont stay long

just passing by

But you talked it away

you talked it away