I choose the one with gravel
My arms shake in reverence
My mind break away from distance
Is it all meant to be this way
Life leaves me mystified
Pain seems so satisfied
I'm lost in this thing
To live a truth I know
Or believe in a comforting lie
Where does my peace lie
What's to be found in being
Honest with my shattered self
I stack my happiness in this shelf
Now I am painted all red
Oh! I'm painted all red.
No comments:
Post a Comment