Caricamento in corso...

so fucking wrong.

in a faithless race for imputiny
I blocked all I found worthwhile to me
in a hopeless attempt for my weak eyes to see
that I’m here facing fear on my own.
rather like to be free where I roam.
 
followed a simple case of self-desolation
I threw carelessly around in moral conversation
and for that reason, I face raw inundation
of the words I failed to keep.
and the reasons for why I can’t sleep.
 
so I toss and turn with my blank contrition
I toss up and turn out my false admonition
that I’m savvy, and follow some forced superstition
but I’m tired of pretending I’m strong.
in the end, I was so fucking wrong.

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