The silence speaks for itself.
Drunk and numb.
Can't you see that I'm breaking....
down?
There is no one to love, there is no one around.
There is a wine bottle -
drown, drown, drown.
I'm the closest to hell and a moment from heaven.
Despair and desperation kick in and cause
a whole new scene.
Anger is at the bar turning green.
Money turns humans into demon beings.
My eyes are telescopes mapping the correlations
of my constellations.
What do you see?
Starry-eyed girl devoid of galaxies.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
The silence speaks for itself.
Drunk and numb.
Can't you see that I'm breaking....
down?
There is no one to love, there is no one around.
There is a wine bottle -
drown, drown, drown.
I'm the closest to hell and a moment from heaven.
Despair and desperation kick in and cause
a whole new scene.
Anger is at the bar turning green.
Money turns humans into demon beings.
My eyes are telescopes mapping the correlations
of my constellations.
What do you see?
Starry-eyed girl devoid of galaxies.
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