I'm laying.
I'm falling.
I'm empty.
It's dark.
I'm happy.
I won't speak.
This is everything I wanted.
My worst nightmare.
Thoughts of you filter through my mind.
Things that were.
Things that are.
Things that could have been.
Things that were never possible.
Get out of my head.
Get out of my head.
I won't regret a moment.
Be happy.
Be strong.
Lovers that have never met.
Dark skies and fading lights.
Swallow me whole and spit me back up.
So I can wallow in this filth.
And remember what I am.
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