Solid's in the past.
I see it now.
This is it.
Too late.
Too afraid.
Too many doubts.
I musnt leave.
I accelerate.
No, No.
Too much anger.
Too much hate.
I am needed.
This isnt fate.
This isnt it...
I fall.
Not slowing down.
Eye to eye with heaven.
I hit the ground.
Taken over by god.
I open up.
Deafened by grief.
Misled by lust.
Blinded by shadows.
Your eyes I can refine.
Tears in yours.
Nothing in mine.
Jun 11, 2025
Jun 11, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
Solid's in the past.
I see it now.
This is it.
Too late.
Too afraid.
Too many doubts.
I musnt leave.
I accelerate.
No, No.
Too much anger.
Too much hate.
I am needed.
This isnt fate.
This isnt it...
I fall.
Not slowing down.
Eye to eye with heaven.
I hit the ground.
Taken over by god.
I open up.
Deafened by grief.
Misled by lust.
Blinded by shadows.
Your eyes I can refine.
Tears in yours.
Nothing in mine.
And all we do is hoping we dont hit the ground, while we are the ones jumping.
J.