Rounding out the marks on my ceiling
Marks of mold on wooden board
Rows of names, somehow still nameless
A deserted stone, my marble hole
Try to take, you’ll never take me still breathing
Breathe easy, I’ll breathe easy
A deserted stone, my marble home
Carry restraint in the rhythm of walk
‘Cause I’m living for the harmony of
Breathe easy, I’ll breathe easy
My empty joy, it’s a plateau
Declining the feeling, again and again
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