When I think of you
My thoughts turn blue.
To not know you much at all
Then watch your life slip and fall.
To help was all I wanted to do
But like always you never had a clue.
Mom I called you, for some time
Then you let go of the rope, not finishing the climb.
Drinking was always first to come
Then came death, something from wich you could not outrun.
Your soal is lifted, now set free
Become a bird and fly, for me.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
When I think of you
My thoughts turn blue.
To not know you much at all
Then watch your life slip and fall.
To help was all I wanted to do
But like always you never had a clue.
Mom I called you, for some time
Then you let go of the rope, not finishing the climb.
Drinking was always first to come
Then came death, something from wich you could not outrun.
Your soal is lifted, now set free
Become a bird and fly, for me.
