When you hear the ringing bells,
you’ll know the time has come
but it’ll be too late for you
to make up for the lost youth.
When you lose what you thought
you’d always have,
you learn how to care
when it is needed.
When the earth smells like sin
you find the truth buried underneath
it’s been years but
it has not changed a little bit.
When you open your mouth
but nothing is willing to come out,
you fill it with some more guilt instead,
no feeling in your head.
Years might have gone by
but you still can’t escape that place,
he might be gone, yes…
but are you sure he is?
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
When you hear the ringing bells,
you’ll know the time has come
but it’ll be too late for you
to make up for the lost youth.
When you lose what you thought
you’d always have,
you learn how to care
when it is needed.
When the earth smells like sin
you find the truth buried underneath
it’s been years but
it has not changed a little bit.
When you open your mouth
but nothing is willing to come out,
you fill it with some more guilt instead,
no feeling in your head.
Years might have gone by
but you still can’t escape that place,
he might be gone, yes…
but are you sure he is?
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