I wonder how it fells like
to jump off a cliff,sit on a ledge or free fall from a bridge.
When no one really cares,
My mind always play
the ***** tricks. To envy myself
or let my shadow sink in a busted bulb. Where everyone has a light.
I am dreaming inside a dark box
full of lies
There is no help,when we close our mind. Give every sun the chance to shine, the cockroach to fly like a butterfly. Why we always look from the outside without even taking the risk to look inside before we judge. Its not always the cover of the book sometimes its the words on it.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I wonder how it fells like
to jump off a cliff,sit on a ledge or free fall from a bridge.
When no one really cares,
My mind always play
the ***** tricks. To envy myself
or let my shadow sink in a busted bulb. Where everyone has a light.
I am dreaming inside a dark box
full of lies
There is no help,when we close our mind. Give every sun the chance to shine, the cockroach to fly like a butterfly. Why we always look from the outside without even taking the risk to look inside before we judge. Its not always the cover of the book sometimes its the words on it.
