[Crayz]: 780.Days Wasted for Hope

Your wounds are mine just as well,
My tastes of your beauty have broke our families bonds
No haven, been rejected hour-by.
Were dropping down, lower into the frozen days
Your comfort, never letting motivation escape
My half lived efforts, brings enough to cleanse the growling

Keep the worries small, honey, I promise
We'll break loose, through this cold barrier
And rid of even tiniest of boggles
Only Time, I can't promise
Days, Hours and minutes, never tampered
Keep the worries small, honey, I promise