Testo Closed Heart
All'asta la chitarra di Kurt Cobain
Shake hands because you never took a look to see. Closed eyes, closed mind. No help with the closed heart that's left on the shelf. Another closed book to me. Not calm but still edge. I let the dead weight explain my straight hate against anything you've said. Dead, I know. There's no hope, letting go of a precious life hanging on a rope. Denied. Crossed off every single line that was claimed to be a lie. Inhale with two deep breaths then hold it. I'll release it when you suffocate. You know this, knowing that's every time you took my breath away. Wishing you can fix this, I'm listless but only at one point. Fuck that, fuck this, fuck you, fuck truth. That's it.