call it anything you like
call it facts that never got uncovered
in the end it doesnt matter, mistakes that i make
sometimes it remains clueless
like the answer's somewhat hidden
left empty and breathlessly breathless
excuses excuses
again & again.
seems impossible to smother these words
seems so different when it's no longer there
don't speak another word
these contradictions, these painful puncture holes
makes it still so fcking unfair