Bulletproof Loneliness

I'm not coming back, I've done something so terrible
I'm terrified to speak, but you'd expect that from me
I'm mixed up, I'll be blunt; now the rain is
Washing you out of my hair and out of my mind
Keeping an eye on the world,
So many thousands of feet off the ground
I'm over you now I'm at home in the clouds
Towering over your head

4 comentarios:

Like Kafka On Prozac. dijo...

el puseo que pusite antes
se zarpa en adorable ♥

Constanza dijo...

- Puff daddy?
- Your friend Kyle told me you don't understand the importance of voting, aparently, you haven't heard of my "vote or die" campaing
- Vote or die? What the hell does that even mean?
- What do you think it means, bitch?

Agustina dijo...

Holis :)

maría dijo...

barakat ♥

as simple como eso