Will my hunger be fed
when there's nothing I gave care
Not enough emotion to let me dwell within
The thirst for jurisdiction
for love and affection
They all seem to not possibly exist
The reasons attached in strings
that I tied my heart onto
Now a broken stationaire
with a bleeding soul in ropes
I watched the sun to fall.
Was it reality at fault?
Or my irregular recalls
of events that might be false
I just
I don't know anymore.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 8:56 AM UTC
Will my hunger be fed
when there's nothing I gave care
Not enough emotion to let me dwell within
The thirst for jurisdiction
for love and affection
They all seem to not possibly exist
The reasons attached in strings
that I tied my heart onto
Now a broken stationaire
with a bleeding soul in ropes
I watched the sun to fall.
Was it reality at fault?
Or my irregular recalls
of events that might be false
I just
I don't know anymore.
