I think today
I've got my heart broken again...
Glad I had eight hours of sleep from a rough...
Enough energy to jump on my motorbike...
The airport is a morgue.
I can identify this body: He’s a lover...
I have this secret moment of time
Where I used to hide and cry...
For the world to see
Ones heart beats...
I am below
I am close...
I wanted to fall in love
When I looked into your eyes...
Take away what you said.
Rip it apart before I bleed...
Walking down a familiar path
Where once it always made us laugh...
Gasping, needing air
Grasping, but nothing's there...
It always seems to be the way
When it becomes too late to mend...
Beautiful.
I’m writing again, which translates...