May 2018
I never knew
the things that I could do
and I'm afraid
as I laid
on my bed; I have failed
myself, and now I'm afraid
of the things that I could do
I'm losing myself
I never knew
banging your head
could set you free
I never knew,
comfort could be found
at the tears on my bed
I am afraid
of the things in my head
I am afraid
of myself
the things that I could do
and I'm afraid
as I laid
on my bed; I have failed
myself, and now I'm afraid
of the things that I could do
I'm losing myself
I never knew
banging your head
could set you free
I never knew,
comfort could be found
at the tears on my bed
I am afraid
of the things in my head
I am afraid
of myself
i'm having some self difficulties now, especially when I have just learn of something unbelievable, and crushing that i'd rather live in the dark than push myself on the light just to taint it black
(Somewhere)
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