I know, it's wrong but you're the right one. the feels like a bird flee and free in her cage but, why? thinking that it was a lie. and why there's something pop and make me cry. not scattered yet scared to step forward.
dry, that's how I define. after including the number why is it something went wrong even so still working with dry smoke in the air.
why I am feeling this way? heavy thoughts eating me in this hours. convincing myself, she is just tired. yes she is. on the other hand, no she is losing interest since I have young minds.
maybe sleeping is the key. closing my eyes means escaping from reality. by that not only dark who eludes me also melancholy.
