Cracking as Broken Toys

Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories

Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile 

The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Hurting each other became the story of our last

The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

The way you speak is like negating the past

We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft

Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

Standing limp on the ruin of us

Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you

Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

Still in the past memory I flew

Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you

Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories

Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries