Letras
Make it up, no more struggle
I'm for them although they're dead
Take your time, no more evenings
With your head stuck to a bed
It's all been easier than I thought
It's all been bordering some odd loss
Purple skies bend me over
Just because they're strangely fake
Over time I'll get colder
So I'll learn to dissipate into space
And find me some prolonged mind shapes
And take them as my own
But it's hard to wait for that
The days I had