Do you hate me though
Don't you hate me though
When I am kneeling underneath my throne
I don't know exactly who am I doing this for
And I'm not sure why is it so
But baby can you sense the core in my soul
I heard it yelling out in the shores
I heard it shouting doubts in my numbs
But did you hear it though
Did you love it so
Cuz I don't know if it's wrapped in the cold
But I do know the ticket for the end game is sold
YOU ARE READING
Downhill Of The Bright Side
Poëzie"It was like.. I'm dancing so happily on the edge, but the fall is so painful and long." Downhills of the bright side.
