each morning youd march your sisters like soldiers to school
cause lo and behold your father had drunk all the fuel
you were a low moon steady with wintry calm
somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark
Kiss goodbye, to the poetic letters,
The symptoms оf being able to breathe, without a care!
Cushion the screaming, it's merely conversation
In regards to speaking for the sake of concern!
(Asking Alexandria - Wings For The Sake Of Falling)
Hello, is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me? Is there anyone home?