Parazitii

 





Trust is hard to gain but easy to give to someone else

Friends are everywhere but most of the time out for themselves



All these pieces of a mind that's made of clay

Soft and then it hardens

Making it easier to break

Shattering everywhere



Dissolved are the bonds with the people that I have been meeting

Long since the time when I could depend

Resolved is the guilt I've been feeling for needing

Gone out the door fast as it came in



Chorus x2