Tuesday, 5 May 2015
I can't control this..
You share your secrets with the night time, as the feeling gets to much. And you wish you could stop it, because the truth hurts. The darkness is when you should rest but your mind won't stop. You hate the ticking of clocks, and try as you may you cant stop the tick tock. Time passes quick, and not a moment to soon. Cause everything you love always in the end leaves you.