The scariest thing about love,
Is that you might never remember it,
Like it never happened
Like it never happened
But somehow lives in that brain of yours
There might be unconscious memories inside
and one moment, one exact shot
Might makes you feel things, like ache
but you dont know why
My brain has always been weird
and my personality has always dutifully
followed in its path
One night, I dress up all happy
There might be unconscious memories inside
and one moment, one exact shot
Might makes you feel things, like ache
but you dont know why
My brain has always been weird
and my personality has always dutifully
followed in its path
One night, I dress up all happy
with shots in my hand
another nights, I scroll down the camera
and cry on pink Floyd songs
The scariest thing about love,
Is once upon time
Once upon time, feels the tense sadness
Pain did not even fit my body
It felt like someone was living in me
I could listen to someone chit chatting
and, its not even me
another nights, I scroll down the camera
and cry on pink Floyd songs
The scariest thing about love,
Is once upon time
Once upon time, feels the tense sadness
Pain did not even fit my body
It felt like someone was living in me
I could listen to someone chit chatting
and, its not even me
its disturbing enough
Once upon time,
I remember, I was laying
my lips were wide open
I could listen to someone talk
My lips were moving crazy
saying " Rest in peace"
" Rest in peace!"
only that in an adult woman's voice
I felt like resting the unlimited limited resting
asleep
Pain did not even fit my body
I told that to my psychiatrist
He started into the pit of my soul and said
" Were you drunk? High?"
I knew, he wont even understand
I dont even understand
The scariest thing about love
is loving your own self
I remember, I was laying
my lips were wide open
I could listen to someone talk
My lips were moving crazy
saying " Rest in peace"
" Rest in peace!"
only that in an adult woman's voice
I felt like resting the unlimited limited resting
asleep
Pain did not even fit my body
I told that to my psychiatrist
He started into the pit of my soul and said
" Were you drunk? High?"
I knew, he wont even understand
I dont even understand
The scariest thing about love
is loving your own self
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