The chills echo down my spine
Like the last words of my love
I contemplate the next step
I wonder if I am better off above
I realize that there is more to life
Before I do what can't be undone
I reverse this state of mind
And I find something to be my Sun
She laughs and she cries
She leaves me hung
She breathes and she dies
I think I'm done
I hope to God I can find someone
To warm me up, to be my Sun.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
The chills echo down my spine
Like the last words of my love
I contemplate the next step
I wonder if I am better off above
I realize that there is more to life
Before I do what can't be undone
I reverse this state of mind
And I find something to be my Sun
She laughs and she cries
She leaves me hung
She breathes and she dies
I think I'm done
I hope to God I can find someone
To warm me up, to be my Sun.
