i lay here on the floor
i am lost in my thoughts
in memories of the past
i've been down many times
but everytime i feel
it will be the last
i do not want to get up
i want to be on the floor
i feel the pleasure
i love this pain
yes i do
coz at this moment
all i do, is think of you
the silence echoes out loud
like the screeches of a lost fawn
this winter will stay longer
will it someday pass on
i don't have an answer
i dont have a clue
coz at this moment
all i do, is think of you
1 comment:
black looks to be the flavor of the season...
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