The Clock Seems to be going Slow..
In the Living room drenched with disappointment,
Depression and Failure.
Smell of Alcohol escapes my Lips.
I Slip off my heels, Take another sip..of Red Wine..
Make-Up Smeared ..As I Look onto the Old Piano he played for me..
I Hear nothing but the ticking clock passing me by.
Miserable ..
I Didn't mean to harm you..
I didn't mean to self harm Me.
I didn't want you to see my Ugly side.
I tried to play perfect when I
Knew I Wasn't ..
When Will I Learn..
- Alex Medina Morales
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGLwF_1vfY4
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
The Clock Seems to be going Slow..
In the Living room drenched with disappointment,
Depression and Failure.
Smell of Alcohol escapes my Lips.
I Slip off my heels, Take another sip..of Red Wine..
Make-Up Smeared ..As I Look onto the Old Piano he played for me..
I Hear nothing but the ticking clock passing me by.
Miserable ..
I Didn't mean to harm you..
I didn't mean to self harm Me.
I didn't want you to see my Ugly side.
I tried to play perfect when I
Knew I Wasn't ..
When Will I Learn..
- Alex Medina Morales
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wGLwF_1vfY4
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