it's so dark in here
I can't even feel myself.
I'm waiting on thee, sunlight, to save me from being served a milkshake of melancholy.
what has become of my life?
I feel weak
the numbness is sinking in
I can't wait to run into the sunlight
because, only then would I be able to
- reconnect.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 10:31 AM UTC
it's so dark in here
I can't even feel myself.
I'm waiting on thee, sunlight, to save me from being served a milkshake of melancholy.
what has become of my life?
I feel weak
the numbness is sinking in
I can't wait to run into the sunlight
because, only then would I be able to
- reconnect.
