The Nights hit different,
The lights have me blind-sighted,
Maybe this is what life is,
Sometimes you walk alone with hands in your shadow,
Believe me it gets better is what i hear,
But when is what I need,
I just want to be bright like these whites
but isnt black even better
why to come in light,
when you can sit alone in the dark :’)
- Author: Dr. Dark ( Offline)
- Published: January 2nd, 2023 08:52
- Category: Sad
- Views: 16
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