I can't look at glossy things
The Sun is the purest star
Triste
Twisted
The Sun is blazing
Dazing and Gazing upon the lack of man
Oh, how I love the lack of man
I am a kaleidoscope, ever-changing
My mood goes from blue to red, blue to red
I flicker constantly among the only constant
Triste
Dazing and Fazing upon the lack of man,
Oh, how I miss the abundance of man
Music pours across the room,
Vibrating off the walls
I have a caged body, I long for something great, to make my life
a poetry book across wild and mild pages
Will this ever be?
When my kaleidoscope changes and flickers with each drop of rain
The black dog running after me,
I am half happiness, half a slope
Triste
Don't let it break your heart/Let it break your heart.
Giving up is the hardest part.
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 11:07 PM UTC
I can't look at glossy things
The Sun is the purest star
Triste
Twisted
The Sun is blazing
Dazing and Gazing upon the lack of man
Oh, how I love the lack of man
I am a kaleidoscope, ever-changing
My mood goes from blue to red, blue to red
I flicker constantly among the only constant
Triste
Dazing and Fazing upon the lack of man,
Oh, how I miss the abundance of man
Music pours across the room,
Vibrating off the walls
I have a caged body, I long for something great, to make my life
a poetry book across wild and mild pages
Will this ever be?
When my kaleidoscope changes and flickers with each drop of rain
The black dog running after me,
I am half happiness, half a slope
Triste
Don't let it break your heart/Let it break your heart.
Giving up is the hardest part.
