It's almost working
Want it to work
I thought it would be up
by the time I wake up
Now that the rain stopped
It's the same underneath
Light of my life
Is bad luck
Crossing the street
Going there twice
Didn't find a thing to need
Is it a tomb?
We could be asleep on our way to build a homeland
Sending back machines that set the time
I missed the tragedy of mine
Waiting for the answers
To me, to me, and nothing else
Is looking.
They never wondered because it's not you
All keyed up, sarcastic comfort I really don't care.
I love you calm down
Be a part of the town
Is it a tomb?
We could be asleep on our way to build a homeland
Sending back machines
- Author: Dent Moses ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2017 20:56
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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