Oct 2014
One person
The words spilled out like a guilty confession
Two
It seems that it's just an obsession
Three persons
I feel the inability of my discretion
Four*
It seems that non have full comprehension
But not five
Because the fifth pair of ears will be just the same
so here I am
With no air; A dying flame
The words spilled out like a guilty confession
Two
It seems that it's just an obsession
Three persons
I feel the inability of my discretion
Four*
It seems that non have full comprehension
But not five
Because the fifth pair of ears will be just the same
so here I am
With no air; A dying flame
Stop saying oh
Stop asking whats wrong
If you're not going to help me
fix it
Stop asking whats wrong
If you're not going to help me
fix it
