The New surface holds me with unfilling holes.
I saw it came to me, no blames.
Trying to fit through smallest hole, pushing to my birth.
I saw it came to me, no blames.
Do you belive two can collide.
Drifting beside each other barely touching.
Do you belive in your blames.
Trying to hide your face from my questions.
Fill Me, Fill Me... Fill these holes.