I color my eyes with evil night thoughts
and bad doubts to which I can't say no
They slowly wash away my common sense
like waves would swallow the grainy sand
All those what if's and the way it could've been
I beg them to leave, but they won't set me free
Please, do me a favor, save me from myself
if it's really me, and not someone else
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment