Remember the days I used to write? Without fear without fright.
Remember the days I used to love? Without forcefully holding on.
Remember the days I was stuck in a bliss, with a warm hand secured by my hip.
Remember the days my voice sounded like a song, forever together on and on.
Somedays I wake up with a fright, without you in my sight.
Somedays I hate the grip of my hand, which let go of you so fast, so sad.
Somedays I cant escape this lybranith the one we call a life.
And somedays I cant hear my voice at all, that now only resembles a broken record song
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 9:44 PM UTC
Remember the days I used to write? Without fear without fright.
Remember the days I used to love? Without forcefully holding on.
Remember the days I was stuck in a bliss, with a warm hand secured by my hip.
Remember the days my voice sounded like a song, forever together on and on.
Somedays I wake up with a fright, without you in my sight.
Somedays I hate the grip of my hand, which let go of you so fast, so sad.
Somedays I cant escape this lybranith the one we call a life.
And somedays I cant hear my voice at all, that now only resembles a broken record song