my fingers won't be enough
to count the times i wanted to leave
for when times were too rough
i did not know what to believe
is life a gift
or is it a curse?
i saw all of them drift
and none of it hurt much but yours.
for i wanted to leave and escape
if i could drive to heaven
i'd do it happily and safe
and the clock tick tocked eleven:eleven.
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
my fingers won't be enough
to count the times i wanted to leave
for when times were too rough
i did not know what to believe
is life a gift
or is it a curse?
i saw all of them drift
and none of it hurt much but yours.
for i wanted to leave and escape
if i could drive to heaven
i'd do it happily and safe
and the clock tick tocked eleven:eleven.
102516 | end me :)
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