Maybe you traveled a lot,
Buy have you ever been to hell?
Or in my head?
It's kinda the same thing,
It's dark
And cold
Memories walk alone like ghost
feelings are waist like clouds in sky
Love is cracked by hate
And scars are bleeding.
Maybe one day my head will be like paradies,
But for now it's hell.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Maybe you traveled a lot,
Buy have you ever been to hell?
Or in my head?
It's kinda the same thing,
It's dark
And cold
Memories walk alone like ghost
feelings are waist like clouds in sky
Love is cracked by hate
And scars are bleeding.
Maybe one day my head will be like paradies,
But for now it's hell.
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