Footsteps << >>
Music: 2011 / Lyrics: 2011

i hope my voice can break through the borderline of this reality
i never was there for you now i crave for your sensuality
i changed the past so many times but everytime it's only in my head
i remember the taste of tears and the carpet slowly turning red

i'm sure you won't forgive me, i know i deserve all of this
the sound of footsteps and creaking wood, the peace of mind is what i miss
no need to move out of this house, i know i cannot run away
you are feeding on my fear now, you're the hunter and i'm the prey

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