As the world is crying
Little drops on my hands
And I'm living in my violet sky
For what could make me more real?
I prefer my dreamland sometimes
When the world is too raw
And the summer days have never been this cold
The sunlight has never been so cold before
Cracks on my wall
It's falling down on me
It's all coming down on me now
Reality would strike me hard
Punished for hiding
For living in my head
They'd come to drag me back
To the cold summer days
1 comment:
usch
ångest
men ibland kan nog violett himmel vara bra.
och jag finns alltid här med dig.
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