Take off your colours, who are you wearing them for?
So when this is over, don’t blow your composure baby.
We lost ourselves in the bright lights, i wish you could have seen us.
I spent this year as a ghost, and i'm not sure...
It was unreal. How one person could be so miserable. How everything could just pile on. Like the stale taste you get after eating something old. How it lingers in your mouth, and dries up, sour. That was how she felt. Like life was stale. Like the world had been damaged, quite beyond repair.
Where are you now, when I need you around. I’m on my knees, but it seems.....