Fuck their world. let's make our own.
Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming
Cannot cease for the fear of silent night
Oh how I long for the deep sleep dreaming
The Goddess of imaginary light
In my field of paper flowers
And candy clouds of lullaby
I lie inside myself for hours
And watch my purple sky fly over me
I linger in the doorway
Of alarm clock screaming monsters calling my name
Let me stay where the wind will whisper to me
Where the raindrops, as they're falling, tell a story
Sött stuffs att titta på:
We can't understand
their pain,
being trapped
inside of frame.
Just because of
Mr Perfect?s name.
their pain,
being trapped
inside of frame.
Just because of
Mr Perfect?s name.
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