The sun is gone, the Earth is rotting
I'm so afraid of being forgotten
I don't care about much
love, hobbies, life, all that and such
We tend to use our words as weapons
No one can express love for their blessings
I'm locked away in a broken mind
There's no happiness that I can find
I lay still on the ground
lost, hopeless just waiting to be found
will you help me please
I have a bad disease
melancholy is my best friend
her and i together until the end
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 2:30 PM UTC
The sun is gone, the Earth is rotting
I'm so afraid of being forgotten
I don't care about much
love, hobbies, life, all that and such
We tend to use our words as weapons
No one can express love for their blessings
I'm locked away in a broken mind
There's no happiness that I can find
I lay still on the ground
lost, hopeless just waiting to be found
will you help me please
I have a bad disease
melancholy is my best friend
her and i together until the end
