glass little balls all around,
shaking in harsh sound.
million iron stings all in me,
speaking dreadful plea.
can't get rid of the odd flashbacks,
they are stuck in my head.
and i'm running and i'm hiding,
can't escape the feeling.
the weird notion sneaks in roughly
despite the tremor.
and i'm running and i'm hiding,
can't escape the feeling.
i'm rambling through the limbo,
with my alter ego.
and i'm running and i'Wm hiding,
can't escape the feeling.
meet me in my sick mind,
schizophrenia refined.
or just let me at you ease,
with hundreds of my fears. |
Lealoo:
Lealoo:
