I wish I were deaf
Not death itself
Just unaware of sound
Everytime it comes around
I'd have to ignore your call
I'd would even feel the fall
I'd be cold but I wouldn't fear
The very last of an old year
I'd have to smile at conversations
Not worried of its subjections
I'd be a little boring really
At least I wouldn't have to worry
I'd have to caress everything
See and feel the lightning
Touch your goosebumps to know
That your heart can still glow
Every single time
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
I wish I were deaf
Not death itself
Just unaware of sound
Everytime it comes around
I'd have to ignore your call
I'd would even feel the fall
I'd be cold but I wouldn't fear
The very last of an old year
I'd have to smile at conversations
Not worried of its subjections
I'd be a little boring really
At least I wouldn't have to worry
I'd have to caress everything
See and feel the lightning
Touch your goosebumps to know
That your heart can still glow
Every single time
