I find things ending, bending, breaking
And not the way they're suppose to be
My love that was transcending
Hit the brick wall that was reality
In my inebriation
I found myself separate from reality
My love hospitalization
Came to a point where there no resuscitating
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
I find things ending, bending, breaking
And not the way they're suppose to be
My love that was transcending
Hit the brick wall that was reality
In my inebriation
I found myself separate from reality
My love hospitalization
Came to a point where there no resuscitating
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