This is were time stops and nothing starts.
Lost in yesterday and tryin hard to work out today.
I am nither here or there.
So i try and put how i feel right here.....
If you get me.....................
its my turn...
Friday, 13 March 2015
when i was young.
Hate the night, the darkness grows,
as my bones Sadly feel the cold.
I shouldn't worry, i shouldn't care,
for this the way i've felt since forever
I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?