All my addictions, and all my obsessions
Winds gathering speed
The party never ends, we pour drinks and we're unsatisfied
You look at me and I am speechless
Unravelling myself from the lies you tell
The city you built on my name, my kind of man
Precious and Tokyo
You have to apologise for someone
In the blurry headlights of the night
Cause they think that they're the best
And nothing you have to say makes sense
Every forlorn route is a desperate call
Every road leading me back to you
I see the children happy and I smile
But I feel weaker than I used to do.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 14th, 2021 17:45
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
"The city you built on my name, my kind of man, Precious and Tokyo" beautiful scenery when mixed with imagination!
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