This One by Hazelord Lyrics
[Spoken]
This one...
This one's for those whose bodies are constantly being thrown on the ground, without even the touch of a single finger
For those whose bleak shadow effortlessly gaze at the delight they could never afford
For those who live by night, eyes wide open, as the room in which they lie in keeps getting darker, and darker, and… and darker
For those who stopped breathing by the moment thеy realized their lungs wеre not what made them feel alive
For those who always liked adventures, but never got to be the hero living them
For those who wish the silhouettes they call friends didn't disappear every time they open their eyes, then welcomed by the blinding daylight
For those whose the river on their pillow is now a gate to revisit every missed opportunity, endlessly and endlessly
For those who aren't, and were never, afraid of the Sun, of its inevitable demise, eventually passing the torch to whatever seems to be moving
For those with crutches that, no matter how helpful they are to their broken legs, will never do anything for the dry lips they are doomed to die with
And those lips who already met their doom
For those whose spacesuit is still floating in space, still trying to find a star to hold on to, before everything they came across disappear
For those who don't need any kind of courage to express feelings that mortals haven't even found words to describe yet
For those who could travel the whole wide world to see the only person that would tell them the words they've been told they'll never learn
For those with voices still unheard
For those with faces still unseen
For those with hands still untouched
This one's for those who are still waiting for the ones like them
Those like me
This one...
This one's for those whose bodies are constantly being thrown on the ground, without even the touch of a single finger
For those whose bleak shadow effortlessly gaze at the delight they could never afford
For those who live by night, eyes wide open, as the room in which they lie in keeps getting darker, and darker, and… and darker
For those who stopped breathing by the moment thеy realized their lungs wеre not what made them feel alive
For those who always liked adventures, but never got to be the hero living them
For those who wish the silhouettes they call friends didn't disappear every time they open their eyes, then welcomed by the blinding daylight
For those whose the river on their pillow is now a gate to revisit every missed opportunity, endlessly and endlessly
For those who aren't, and were never, afraid of the Sun, of its inevitable demise, eventually passing the torch to whatever seems to be moving
For those with crutches that, no matter how helpful they are to their broken legs, will never do anything for the dry lips they are doomed to die with
And those lips who already met their doom
For those whose spacesuit is still floating in space, still trying to find a star to hold on to, before everything they came across disappear
For those who don't need any kind of courage to express feelings that mortals haven't even found words to describe yet
For those who could travel the whole wide world to see the only person that would tell them the words they've been told they'll never learn
For those with voices still unheard
For those with faces still unseen
For those with hands still untouched
This one's for those who are still waiting for the ones like them
Those like me