quinta-feira, 11 de junho de 2015

11/06/2015 Mood : ...

And my bones catch a fever
When it cuts you up this deep
It's hard to find a way to breathe
Time stood still
The way it did before
It's like I'm sleepwalking
Fell into another hole again
It's like I'm sleepwalking
I'm at the edge of the world
Where do I go from here?
Do I disappear?
Edge of the world
Should I sink or swim?
Or simply disappear?