" when you're at the end of the road
and you've lost all sense of control
and your thoughts have taken their toll,
when your mind breaks the spirit of your soul.
your faith walks on broken glass
and the hangover doesn't pass.
nothing's ever built to last,
you're in ruins.
one, twenty one guns
lay down your arms
give up the fight. "
- 21 guns, green day
YOU ARE READING
4AM
Poetry"i walk this empty street on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps and i'm the only one and i walk alone." - a collection of thoughts, lyrics and poetry from various sources initially assembled as a result of nocturnal boredom.
