domingo, 15 de noviembre de 2015

the hand behind this pen relives a failure every day

i'm lacking of sugar
and intelligent thoughs
i'm lacking of sunshine in my veins
i'm tired of taking you down
today i'd haven't been water on

you keep lighting my phone up
not pretending just confussed
take me to your fucking bed
im sick of thinking this

the chemicals in my veins leave more
to wish for
seeing this little town's lighs makes me feel 
less alive
dont worry,
i know i am the one who cries herself to sleep
all i do is drive 
onto a wall
i hope i arrive


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