happy?
i crumble down,
seeping to the ground.
the presser has succumbed the mind,
and min is long lost at sea.
i can't see any hope within me,
you picked up the dagger,
jumping to star.
yet loosing your self to fast.
sunken into the pain,
a hope to regain,
a longing to feel a point.
seeping to the ground.
the presser has succumbed the mind,
and min is long lost at sea.
i can't see any hope within me,
you picked up the dagger,
jumping to star.
yet loosing your self to fast.
sunken into the pain,
a hope to regain,
a longing to feel a point.