I don't want to think about things.
I don't feel like working a lot.
I've been through seventeen springs
and I wonder if they were worth a shot.
I don't want to focus or try,
I don't want to fight over you.
I don't even know if I want to cry,
and I don't feel like wanting a clue.
I don't know what's got into me,
maybe I flew too high for my soul.
Unlock it, I just can't find the key,
Fulfill it, I don't want cover this hole.
I don't want to stay here, I don't know why,
but going other place doesn't appeal me either.
I feel like you could leave me here to die
and I would not move until my eyes were wider.
I don't feel like I want to be saved,
but I reason and find out that I do.
Your heart and mind have left me enslaved,
and I'm trapped forever with you.
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