Disappear. Vanish. Decay. Hide in the mist. Run away and change my name. Railway stations, trains, tickets and a fake hair. Fake id, fake smile, fake life in the emptiness of strangers. Plastic strawberry in a mouth of a strange girl. I don’t wanna know her. I don’t wanna talk to her. I don’t need her touches. I’m sick of thinking about the touches of a strange girl with her aggressive passion. My heart wants me to keep running and hiding. From her. Because I don’t need her. And from you. Because I’m afraid of you. The trains, the distance, the lights of my faraway kingdom. I hate living fast. I hate going crazy every morning. Trains, busese, autumn. Forsaken autumn. Forsaken everything. The dogs are lost. Broken toys are the autumn leaves under our shoes. We walk the same ways. We breathe the same air. We see the same signs in the night skies. This moon is talking to both of us. New train, new city, new faces with the old rotten scars of déjà vu. I can’t stand those faces. I can’t stand the ways they look at me because you are to be the one looking at me forever. It must be you. You. But I’m so afraid of you and everything you’ve done. And everything I’ve done. Disappear. Vanish. Decay. No point in running and hiding. My heart is my trap. Your obsession is your trap. We deserve each other. And this forsaken autumn is unbelievably beautiful in its very special and weird way. My congratulations, we’ve done it to ourselves for some reason.
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Bandcamp: https://forsakenautumn.bandcamp.com/releases
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