A mess of words that came from somewhere
This feeling has been writen of a million times
So i will write it a million more
But i cant sleep tonight
Or any night
And my peace has been lost
Since the last time i died
My birth is only temporary
But everytime there is a root
And i will die If i dont cry And i cant try My brains a pigsty
Too many people have asked why they write before. And it feels unnatural to mention it so early on
I dont dream about being in your arms
I just dream about being in your life
Ive met many who cant keep secrets
But this time it is one
Yet
I dont have you yet
But a yet is better than none
I dont want to get in your way
Imagine if we hang out
Imagine if we both fell
But then imagine i was alone
I know that i will die.
And my next birth feel all judt the same
What is it about you?
I cant satire that you are ordinary
In the same vain i cant put myself down
Everyones heart is molten A cloud set alite