If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the twinge of affliction
that’s running through these lines
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather slip away from your hands
than get picked up by you
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably me who has given up
and grew tired of us
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather surrender the battle
than fight with you, side by side
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the caffeine
injecting temporary sorrow
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather disappear in the sea of faces
and not look back at you…
…but as I turn around, I found you waving a bittersweet goodbye.
Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 10:48 AM UTC
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the twinge of affliction
that’s running through these lines
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather slip away from your hands
than get picked up by you
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably me who has given up
and grew tired of us
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather surrender the battle
than fight with you, side by side
If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the caffeine
injecting temporary sorrow
If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather disappear in the sea of faces
and not look back at you…
…but as I turn around, I found you waving a bittersweet goodbye.
Constantly gasping for healing
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