Liz Homola:
I have nothing, i am nothing.
Liz Homola:
what am i left with? (3)
Liz Homola:
what am I left with? (2)
Liz Homola:
what am i left with? (1)
Liz Homola:
walk away, walk away, and leave the past behind.
Liz Homola:
the strongest grips of what could have been.
Liz Homola:
struggle is beauty.
Liz Homola:
there is a part in these seas, where you wont know where you wont see.
Liz Homola:
break me down again, i yearn so deeply for that feeling. because i am not anything to anyone anymore, and it's making me feel it more and more.
Liz Homola:
dissipating-- - -.
Liz Homola:
stream of wasted time.
Liz Homola:
fade away, nothing is here to stay.
Liz Homola:
holding fast to what is left.
Liz Homola:
swaying away.
Liz Homola:
slipping through cold hands.
Liz Homola:
raw and torn.
Liz Homola:
your love is like dirt, you're as solid as water.
Liz Homola:
what is beauty, what is grace?
Liz Homola:
shit.
Liz Homola:
climbing up, slowly.
Liz Homola:
crippled in this pain, alone in everything I do.
Liz Homola:
help.
