Distimia - Seacat

Too many marks my hands can’t take

the closer I get, the further you are

Trying hard to get through this alone

but I keep running away, I don’t want no more

Too many marks my hands can’t take

the closer you get, the further you are

Trying hard to get through this alone

but I keep running away

Too many marks our hands can’t take

the closer we get, the further we are

Trying hard to get through this alone,

But we keep running away

Please forgive my lack of faith

but it gets hard and harder every time you hit the wall

Please forgive my lack of faith

but it gets sad and sadder every time you reach the heart

Hope dies with us.