10:26 am
If you had the chance to listen to the crashing sounds of the thunder in my mind, would you listen?
Would you try
As I cry out for you
You, you, just see this exterior of "happiness"
But you don't know what's inside
Besides
You wouldn't care
You wouldn't dare to even come close to this forest fire I'm going through
You wouldn't even want to breathe the same air because you know it's tearing me apart, so why would you do the same to yourself
It's a shelf man
An empty hole of nothing
I know I'm bluffing, but I'm lonely and I just want someone to hold me
But who would want to hold this mold of loneliness and sadness?
If you had the chance to listen to the crashing sounds of thunder in my mind, would you listen ?
