She thinks she's so high,
Yet she's so low.
Bullets transmission her heart,
Break it all apart.
Modifiers around them,
Changing who they'll be.
Future for me feels like a future for you.
As they travel through the heavens of the fragile skies,
She's pulled away into the dark.
And oh how he asks
When will I reach?,
When will I feel?,
When will I be?.
This so called safe haven seems so far,
out into the wild,
out into the fright.
Which I can never fight.
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Words By An Unknown Girl
Şiir《 Words written by a quite, unknown, puzzled girl with a lot of things to say.. 》 Self-Written, Trigger warning...
