Salt taste on my tongue
Left by tears
That I've shed
I've tried to figure this out
But my fears
Haunts me bad.
In my bed
Cold wet sheets
Twisted hard.
It ain't sad
That it tears
Me apart.
That's right for me. I deserved
Some good grief .
Cause I got lost in delusional dreams
In some malefic schemes,
Fake relief.
All it holds now is losing belief
That anything great will ever happen again
All the trying's in vain
Don't you wish to wake up someone else?
Take the sun in your hands?
What a chance that would be
To start over
When the party's over.
party s over
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2020
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