It’s nighttime, of course.
It’s wet outside, and it’s not raining.
Muffled voices, winded cries.
I don’t want to be here no more.
Frowning til I hurt.
Hoping someone will save me
From the balcony.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
It’s nighttime, of course.
It’s wet outside, and it’s not raining.
Muffled voices, winded cries.
I don’t want to be here no more.
Frowning til I hurt.
Hoping someone will save me
From the balcony.
