segunda-feira, 7 de agosto de 2017

State of the Race

I get lonely and
Killed in the sea shore
A heartache, it hurts because I worry
I won't be sorry
My feelings are pure
This is all I know for sure

I get desperated, digging
I keep on digging
In this wet soil, through the mud
I need to hear from you
Need to see you
To make it stop, then I can lay down to rest
In a decorated, heart shaped rug
Calm winds will come
As always, with your hug

I cut the skin, I need to win
A car misplaced, on the road to somewhere
Where it's safe
I bled it all out, so there's no sin
Now please, hold me
Make my head stop to spin
No one awake
I cried all my tears into this lake

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