(no subject)
these are my colours
to many to make a mirage
to many to forget
the way the light bends
when i see you
maybe i need a trip
to forget the way i need you
when there is just the numbness of white
the cold of black
to show how deep this wound can cut
through my hands
through this moment
forget myself
and come back.....
to many to make a mirage
to many to forget
the way the light bends
when i see you
maybe i need a trip
to forget the way i need you
when there is just the numbness of white
the cold of black
to show how deep this wound can cut
through my hands
through this moment
forget myself
and come back.....