Writing is a way of life and to me words are everything... |
It fades away,
Moving out of sight...
I am standing on the edge of a beginning,
Something new, something more...
Trapped. Chocking. Dieing.
It was all too much...
When my heart stops, misses a beat.
If the world moves on a different angle...
Maybe I'm living in denial,
Maybe this could last...
I catch your eye,
You look away...
You go back and forth,
Constantly moving, never stopping...
Maybe I'm living in denial,
Maybe this could last...
When my heart stops, misses a beat.
If the world moves on a different angle...
Trapped. Chocking. Dieing.
It was all too much...