bending there in my direction. I wrapped a hand around its stem and pulled until the roots gave in, finding there what I've been missing. AND I KNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.
So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong. There's a point we pass from which we can't return. I FELT THE COLD RAIN OF THE COMING STOOOOOOOORM.
All because of you I haven't slept in so long when I do, I dream of drowning in the ocean Longing for a shore where I can lay my head down. I'll follow your voice, all you have to do is shout it out!