Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks.
There's tension in between the concrete,
You are here wondering when i'd leave.
I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe.
Is It worth it?
2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country.
There is No white. I Am not white.
If anything, I'm grey.
I want to stay,
But here you are, Pushing me away.
You don't want to see me because one day you won't.
Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case.
There would been have hope for A different situation.
But you got your mind made up On fate.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like there is more than just air in between our bodies than these bricks.
There's tension in between the concrete,
You are here wondering when i'd leave.
I'm here thinking That i should do what you believe.
Is It worth it?
2759 days, you could write a book, get a job, Maybe out of this country.
There is No white. I Am not white.
If anything, I'm grey.
I want to stay,
But here you are, Pushing me away.
You don't want to see me because one day you won't.
Maybe I'll stop pursuing this case.
There would been have hope for A different situation.
But you got your mind made up On fate.