I want to rage but you want to cry,
and so I whimper.
I want to sing but you want to sleep,
and so I whisper.
You win by default, never warning me
your compromises are comprised
of a hundred tiny deaths.
I want to rage but you want to cry,
and so I whimper.
I want to sing but you want to sleep,
and so I whisper.
You win by default, never warning me
your compromises are comprised
of a hundred tiny deaths.