I Think SheI think
she has a paper heart and they are the matches burning her down I think she lost her mind trying to understand others I think she has alot in her soul but couldn’t convince others to believe I think she lost control chasing down clues that it is a delusion I think she has galaxies in her eyes but they can’t find any in theirs. And I think she is in trap between who she is and who she wishes. |
FEAR ISA cup of nightmare
dropping from the darkest part of your mind, With ivory black raven feathers Mixed with 8 tablespoons of tears sparkling In a big bowl of anxiety Adding salts of insecurity, uncertainness and misery Dressed up with the wolf howlings Frozen in the foggy forest on the coldest night |
Maybe WeMaybe we are not supposed to meet the wrong people
Maybe we are satellites turning around each other over and over Maybe we’re the lucky ones by not knowing each other Maybe we are friends maybe we’re not Maybe we’re all dreamers and wanderers Maybe we are fooled to meet with the others Maybe we are each other’s soul mates Or maybe we’re not meant to be |