Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in a burning down room.
Looking at the ceiling,
Accepting the fact that this is where I die.
This is where everything ends.
Anticipating death, wishing the fire would consume me.
Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in a burning down room.
Looking at the ceiling,
Accepting the fact that this is where I die.
This is where everything ends.
Anticipating death, wishing the fire would consume me.