I live in little world
That is broken in pieces
Every my day
I can't fall asleep
I don't know if I
Still believe in Jesus
I don't know if I am
Able to keep
My problems and life
That's crashing me over
And I am dead
If I won't get some
I got a black hole
Right where is my stomach
I like to wake up
In places that are not my home
I'm tired of time
I'm tired of being
I'm cathing my moments
But what can I get
My pictures are pale
So as my living
Existance gets loss
In my cigarette
I can't feel the river
I can't feel it raining
I'm floating away
In my little dream
And there are no things
That are entertaining
I'm waking again
But I don't know where I have been
It's all about me
And I am immortal
I will never die
And I don't need no grave
It feels like my soul
Have just missed the portal
And turned me in darkest
Sort of a slave
My tongue has no bones
My bones are not breaking
I was and I will be
Always alone
My minds are not done
But my mind are shaking
I'm tired of waking
In places I can not call home
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