I am sorry this is always how it goes
The wind blows loudest when you've got your eyes closed,
I am tired of punching in the wind
I am tired of letting it all in.So I will take off my face
'Cause it reminds me how it all went wrong
And I will pull out my tongue
'Cause it reminds me how it all went wrongI am sorry for the trouble, I suppose,
My blood runs red but my body feels so cold,
I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea
But in the end the waves will discolour me.And I cough up my lungs
'Cause they remind me how it all went wrong
But I leave in my heart
'Cause I don't want to stay in the dark.
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Kalopsia
RandomKalopsia n. The delusion of things being more beautiful than they are.