Sitting here
As the sky's not clear
All inside my head
Is darkness and fear
How nothing is real
And nothing appeals
I can't be myself
If you put me on your highest shelf
Where have you been?
You said I was your gem
I thought I loved you
After all we went through
You make me go insane
While you laugh and play your games.
- Author: TheWritingInstrument ( Offline)
- Published: October 21st, 2016 17:27
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 34
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