Syn's blog: "My salute"

I kill myself in small amounts

In each relationship it's not about love.

Just another funeral and just another girl I left in tears.

And now I'm waiting

With the sound turned off

I'm waiting

Like a glass balloon

I'm fading

Into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...

They said that hell's not hot

I gave my soul to someone else

She must have known that It was already sold.

It was never about her,

It was about the hurt.

And so I'm waiting

With the sound turned off

I'm waiting

Like a glass balloon

I'm fading

Into the void and then I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone...

And they said that hell's not hot...