Quick Switch
I’m burning in ice when my gaze strikes your shadows
Going to war just for a dance
Losing every second chance
Almost as if I do not own my own hands
It manages to ruin all my plans
Feeling like a musician, without a song
Feeling like a needle, without its haystack
Feeling like a teacher, without a class
Feeling like a bread, without butter
Even when close to you,
Conversation I can’t compose
Feeling but blue,
Because I do not want to impose
This was created with one of my friends, so credit goes to him aswell. We created this by each person saying the next line as they saw fit.
