You hurt a bit more than the others
It stings like the first light
You sound like my last fight
If its not you i don't want any other
Midnight
Screaming from the top of our lungs
"Oh! How i love to be young"
Plastic, plastic cups and ashes
You make me feel like a movie
80's dancing in flashes
If its not like this
I don't want another
Are you gonna stay?
Oh with me
Are you gonna stay?
With me
Are you gonna lay?
All night
Humming along to the sky
YOU ARE READING
An autobiography in lyrics
PoesíaA bunch of old lyrics I once wrote under crippling fear no one would love me. BOOK 1
