Il testo della Sore-throat syndrome

When we were young, we thought the days would get better.
Today i talked myself out of ending this.
I've been out chasing silhouettes, losing frozen smiles to a thousand regrets.
And all the way home, i could see your breath though we looked dead.
"i'm so far from here..."
We laughed.
"our time is running thin."
But i always knew how the end would end.
I never said i'd stay to the end.
Fuck you, fuck all of you.
You'll never know what i wanted to say.
Those words are as dead as the air i breathe.
Life is just a big second guess, a broken staircase of mistook steps...
You can trust me, it's not okay...