Is this survival? Are we waiting for the promised land? Another side to take the place of what we understand… Is this survival, where we live and breathe not asking why Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I Trying to survive
I saw something I couldn’t face in me Sometimes Do you hate what you see? I’m just Trying to let go Sometimes… I know I can face it!
Is this survival? Are we waiting for the promised land? Another side to take the place of what we understand.. Is this survival where We live and breathe not asking why Always falling in the slip stream hurricane of I Trying to survive Trying to survive