I've been here before. The grass is so withered. Can't reach anymore. To heavy to wish. Is there a place on T.V, where I can find the reasons why you call me blind?
Am I praying to the voice in my head? Am I laughing at the tears ahead? Am I looking at you? Am I deaf for your kind of songs? Am I blind for your favorite shows? Am I tired to take a stroll, in this coffee table bookstore> Am I that scared to take this role?
Here have some glue. One day you'll find its use. Because here's another promise. Don't worry. You're about to lose what's useless.