Short Truth Yumi Zouma

Apart, I knew we couldn't do it
We're on a wheel of misfortune
It's true that I wasn't certain
Another one who fought to

Keep things finished
'Cause I think it's stupid that we're indifferent
And it's all done, but
Not everything's useful
'Cause I'm stuck, at drawing the line

We're not gonna steal away
(We're gonna get mute)
Stuck up in a rut, to ease
(The very short truth)
Surrounding our sight with my sole view
I'm counting the nights 'til I hold you
Nothings gonna be okay
(It's not a clean bruise)
Something in my gut stops me
(To say I need proof)
Whatever alignment we're thrown to
I'm never deciding our own use

I know your old contemplations
Can make you apprehensive
So sure that every bit wasted
Will end up more suppressive