roaming the streets
streetlights flicker
and so do my hopes
blood's getting thicker
as I stand in the windstorm
of emotion and air
misery and me forming a pair
streetlights flicker
and so do my hopes
blood's getting thicker
as I stand in the windstorm
of emotion and air
misery and me forming a pair
it’s true, love is deadly
I do feel dead
having my heart jumping out of my chest
is not as pleasant as I thought it would be
“don’t think about it, just let it be”
I do feel dead
having my heart jumping out of my chest
is not as pleasant as I thought it would be
“don’t think about it, just let it be”
roaming the streets
streetlights flicker
and so do my hopes
blood‘s getting thicker
as I’m leaving the heavy rain
feeling future return
in my weak brain
still there’s a need to fight
there’s a need to stay
even when the skies are nothing but grey
as I’m typing this poem I solemnly swear
through the good and the bad
I will remain.
there’s a need to stay
even when the skies are nothing but grey
as I’m typing this poem I solemnly swear
through the good and the bad
I will remain.