What is this? Faith in hold with nothing
So I'm pretty sure I'm dying. Suffocating of lost defeat in a spec that is this in that in a whole ball filled with nothing. Nothing. Nothing can be visibly seen inside a balloon, yet when filled it soars higher then your lonesome heart ever will. But I'm not crying, not even sad that he died in your arms last night in that hospital bed. That kid got what we all knew was coming. But I love his tittles. Always the victim, and always running. Running so fast from something we all know will one day catch up with him. So wait patiently cuz one day it will. About 16 will say something like "wow that's horrible, they deserved so much better," two will say "what an idiot, **** him" one will say "that was the best friend that i ever had, and now he's dead to us all, drink up" and the last one will be dead before the words ooze over those dull lips. Light the fire to destroy the evidence, not that the cops would ever come to notice any way. Words, just words, now it's time to fall away.