Falling Into Pieces
It’s
insane knowing how terrible myself to be;
Struggling against what it should be.
No. Not about the brown walls around me.
Neither a shout I barely to see.
Ah, a bunch of sins I can no longer to burry.
Thousand of words mumbling under the tea;
Leaving footprints to follow,
Leading me to the symphony,
Flying within the shadow.
What the heck! My face collapsed instantly;
As hollow of sorrow breaks the melody.
A plastic bag giggling and shaking.
It’s cold like the wind beneath my blood.
Even the flashlight can’t intrude, so daring
“Doing nothing is perfect than running and turning to the wrong path of flood.”
Struggling against what it should be.
No. Not about the brown walls around me.
Neither a shout I barely to see.
Ah, a bunch of sins I can no longer to burry.
Thousand of words mumbling under the tea;
Leaving footprints to follow,
Leading me to the symphony,
Flying within the shadow.
What the heck! My face collapsed instantly;
As hollow of sorrow breaks the melody.
A plastic bag giggling and shaking.
It’s cold like the wind beneath my blood.
Even the flashlight can’t intrude, so daring
“Doing nothing is perfect than running and turning to the wrong path of flood.”
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