puffy eyes, salty tears.
a thought run wild
lead her mind through fears
painted stars show
through the window,
the only light coming in
from the moon aglow
alone inside
alone she feels
she tries to walk upright,
yet kneels
her breaths gradually getting
slower with seconds
she gasps for air
but sinks while she beckons
her heart is heavy
why, what is wrong?
she's living her life in my terrible song
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
puffy eyes, salty tears.
a thought run wild
lead her mind through fears
painted stars show
through the window,
the only light coming in
from the moon aglow
alone inside
alone she feels
she tries to walk upright,
yet kneels
her breaths gradually getting
slower with seconds
she gasps for air
but sinks while she beckons
her heart is heavy
why, what is wrong?
she's living her life in my terrible song
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