In the early seconds of the morning
When the sun first hits my eyes
I feel innocent
I feel pure
I feel alive
I adjust my sight
Back to my reality of fright
It's not that bad but I always feel as if I have to fight.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
In the early seconds of the morning
When the sun first hits my eyes
I feel innocent
I feel pure
I feel alive
I adjust my sight
Back to my reality of fright
It's not that bad but I always feel as if I have to fight.
