I remember running home in the dark streetlights lighting where you aren't and running from myself no surprise they tore the tree it meant nothing to me and the park went too because I ran outta the seen in a rush the nights ahead were strange and foreign in a way as I tried to numb it over tried to end this fever like a war I fed with self hate fake smiles lousy gestures fake goodbyes lost intentions sedation and lost ideal visions of reality as a kid I walked in circles for fun to clear my head and make me sick I wrote on paper what I meant get it all out of my head quick I remember running home in the dark streetlights lighting where you aren't and running from myselfTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
