|
I just write when the mood strikes... |
The days fast forward,
nights sleepless in slow-mo...
It's not clear.
Stitched lips don't part...
I have no choice
Because you are not me...
Sharp blue skies
with gold steitches...
Didn't you know
just settled in my skin...
When I die it will be...
in dawn's early waking...
Sharp blue skies
with gold steitches...
I have no choice
Because you are not me...
It's not clear.
Stitched lips don't part...
|
Forever starts today |