I lay here as I wither away,
It turns out the world is pretty grey.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder,
Is it true that lighting always follows thunder?
I heard my mind yell as loud as it could,
It shook up my head so I’m not feeling good.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder...
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
I lay here as I wither away,
It turns out the world is pretty grey.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder,
Is it true that lighting always follows thunder?
I heard my mind yell as loud as it could,
It shook up my head so I’m not feeling good.
As time goes by I can’t help but wonder...
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