Rosa Anschütz - Watch Me Disappear

Walking through
The broken glass
Thoughts of things
That weren't
Supposed to last
Take nothing
For granted
Which should have been
Provided
In the chaos
Of hope
And expectations
I step from room to room
To find a home
Room to room
To find a home
Pack my things
Be alone
Follow the dice
The dice is rolling
Don't hold it on
Follow the dice
The dice is rolling
Don't hold it on
Sometimes it hasn't
The best numbers
Don't hold it on
Sometimes it hasn't
The best numbers
Don't hold it on
Don't hold it on
A spit on the roots
That I come from
Loyalty should be simple
In all it's forms
It's not so hard to leave now
Because my senses
Feel dead
No
I'm not missing
What I had once
I'm more
Kicking the traces
Took me years
To find answer
And now
It saddens me instead
Nobody
Is allowed to question how I feel now
I want to be furious
Upset
And sad
But I can't feel a thing
Its so obscure
To feel
Left in dirt
Follow the dice
The dice is rolling
Don't hold it on
Follow the dice
The dice is rolling
Don't hold it on
Sometimes it hasn't
The best numbers
Don't hold it on
Sometimes it hasn't
The best numbers
Don't hold it on