As the night came,
the stars are out
Here I am outside,
my parents yelling at me to come inside
Ignoring them and just chilling,
they even don't know what the feeling
Fresh air keeping me away from depression,
stops me for thinking anything
My mind right now is thinking about this myth,
if a person dies they'd become a star
I wonder if I die,
where or what would I be, a star or a ghost or what-so-ever
Staring at the waxing crescent moon,
while listening to my favorite music
Out here all night satisfies my whole life.
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 6:13 AM UTC
As the night came,
the stars are out
Here I am outside,
my parents yelling at me to come inside
Ignoring them and just chilling,
they even don't know what the feeling
Fresh air keeping me away from depression,
stops me for thinking anything
My mind right now is thinking about this myth,
if a person dies they'd become a star
I wonder if I die,
where or what would I be, a star or a ghost or what-so-ever
Staring at the waxing crescent moon,
while listening to my favorite music
Out here all night satisfies my whole life.
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