Testo Breathing

Cutting my flesh like surgical steel, breaking and crashing my dreams and my words. I bled with with no ending, I know there's no cure for the pain you inflict me in leaving, changing and hiding your face. I know there's no time for talking or living, now it's the time for falling. I'll rise, one day I'll rise. Not today not tomorrow, for I'll be looking at my wounds, staring at the sun, as you ran away from our days. Remember. I'll rise. I'll rise