What's to stop me,
From drowning,
In all that bright, blue wonder,
From diving head first,
Into the bloodthirsty sun,
What's to stop me,
From giving over,
To black temptation,
Or spilling into a compilation,
Of ice and blunt glass,
There's nothing holding me back,
You're the last one standing,
In my way,
But you can't save me,
From myself
©Nicola-Isobel H. 05.11.2011