I want nothing more than
To lay in a field of flowers and fuzzy dandelions
Isolated in utter peace with only music to accompany me
Where everything is so simple and pain doesn't exist
I need you to get out of my mind
Let go of my arm and stop wiping the tears off my face
Let me bleed out of all the cuts you've bandaged
Simply be the ghost that haunts me.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
I want nothing more than
To lay in a field of flowers and fuzzy dandelions
Isolated in utter peace with only music to accompany me
Where everything is so simple and pain doesn't exist
I need you to get out of my mind
Let go of my arm and stop wiping the tears off my face
Let me bleed out of all the cuts you've bandaged
Simply be the ghost that haunts me.
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