eleanor

• the gatheringin guzel bir sarkisi. sozleri ise aynen soyledir:
  
  underneath the mask you've buried yourself into
  it's coal-black
  
  i am tired of the gulping that you do
  every day a new face
  what if i unscrew
  your own identity
  wouldn't you guess there's nothing left of you?
  
  the quicksand of life drags us
  down into the circle
  one day, we might not catch you
  
  i feel sorry for what you try to do
  breaking others down, to try and to pursue
  your own selfish interests
  i am starting to get sick of you
  
  whatever happened ever since you left
  you make yourself and me look like fools