AC at 18° degrees
sitting here, lonely
I’ve choose it
cuz nobody worth it
I am hurt
my scars are wide open
and I just can’t stop crying
my fear, my pain, my anger, I’m broken
wish I could cut that cord of life, so that vision end
I am supposed to be strong
but at the end I’m alone
battling with my demons
better like that so things won’t explode
safe in my mind, I’ll keep living a lie
Wish I could burn my shadow
turn my heart into ice, be cold
I have nothing yet to loose, nothing to hide
but everything to find… answers.
"You always pass failure on your way to success"
well maybe He was right
bad decisions make good stories
so at the end, that mistake of mine…
… is just a mistake… of mine.
cods olivia I my random thoughts