My wings are broken
My throat is sore
My wrists aching
for a place called home
My legs are shaking
My beats are coming to a stop
My breathe's breaking
with every killing sob
Take me away, far away
From this cruel beautiful world
Even if it means I die tonight
just remember, "sorry" would be my last word.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
My wings are broken
My throat is sore
My wrists aching
for a place called home
My legs are shaking
My beats are coming to a stop
My breathe's breaking
with every killing sob
Take me away, far away
From this cruel beautiful world
Even if it means I die tonight
just remember, "sorry" would be my last word.
