First encounters
And traces of them
Are all that remain of me,
All that remains
Avoiding the overspill
I tried to refrain, but still
It always comes back
It always comes back
I will shiver, I will shake along the edge of where I start to break down
And I will teeter on the brink of it becoming a part of me now
Conditioned for all of this,
As far as it goes
Again, I will hold onto this
And again, I will fold
Breaking my steps again
Fall around in the dark again
It's easier to see
When there's nothing to see
I will shiver, I will shake along the edge of where I start to break down
And I will teeter on the brink of it becoming a part of me now