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I wrote a love letter,
was so delusional lost in this hollowed room with people that
having small talk about useless stuff.
Didn't know back then that I could find a way out of my problem wrapped up life.
Don't care how much it hurts, think of you and I know the matters gonna worth.
Sitting on a place where I got lost,
Imagine that you would come across and help me out,
Hope you heal yourself from the damage I had done,
So sorry for that, told you more than once how worse I am, Babe.
Dissociate in the air again, get me back on earth before it's too late,
Bring me home.
Feels like I'm going backwards,
But everything has its plan.
Hypnotized from the terpsichore that only shows up when I'm alone.
Stars didn't seem so far away,
I couldn't bring you one,
So sorry, really sorry, tell me how to make it up to you,
Trying to be a giver but ends up to be a fool.
You're still so pretty that it hurts,
I'm so ignorant for not coming back,
But I think about you in my head.
Knowing that your shine more,
Because without me, you're on your golden hour,
Don't even know your full name and what you're living for, but you seemed like a silent storm filled with rages.
Somehow I miss you, wish we could talk about on a dirty abounded bathroom floor.
No matter how long it takes, I know that you hate me Babe, it's to late for me to call you now.

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