I tell them that I'm trying. Saying that I'm almost dying. But they just look away. Will not care about me anyway.
Every day I fall deeper down. I just wanna left this town. But where do I belong? I really want to find my own song.
I walk along this road no matter what. It can mean a lot. It might be all over the sea. I just want to set me free.
Don't stop, never give up.
|| Why in English? Maybe it might be beautiful in another language too♡
ESTÁS LEYENDO
One shots/texter
Historia CortaHär publicerar jag olika noveller eller kortare texter ❤️ Ni får gärna läsa~ Noveller & texter jag skrivit hittills: 1. "Ta på dig jackan" 2. Det som varit 3. Jag älskar dig - Foscar 4. Du 5. Don't stop, never give up 6. Vårt första samtal 7. ❤️ 8...
