It's been two weeks
Breathing in this sinful world without you
God picked the brightest sunflower I know
No one will ever be ready to let you go

I think its good for you to not know who I am.


I don't either.

I can't save me from myself now.
Tried drowning myself in places and crowds.
From where I started and.. where I'm at its worst somehow.
Every color of emotion kept filling up.
But we don't have a choice, do we?