Smoke in the room
I can't see you
anymore
Where did you go
We had it all
Three fearful years
So many troubles, so many tears
You needed something
You blinded yourself - you saw me give nothing
But I gave it all
How can you see it now
When I'm stuck inside this cloud
Your ankles are chained to the ground
You're begging me to save you somehow
But your addiction with picking flowers
Won't be much easier to fix than climbing towers
With broken hands
I think we should work on some different plans
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:12 AM UTC
Smoke in the room
I can't see you
anymore
Where did you go
We had it all
Three fearful years
So many troubles, so many tears
You needed something
You blinded yourself - you saw me give nothing
But I gave it all
How can you see it now
When I'm stuck inside this cloud
Your ankles are chained to the ground
You're begging me to save you somehow
But your addiction with picking flowers
Won't be much easier to fix than climbing towers
With broken hands
I think we should work on some different plans
a song I wrote when paper was the only available ear
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