lunes, septiembre 2


Every day I feel the same. Stuck and I can never change, sucked into a black balloon, spat into an empty room. Was it really worth it? Did I really deserve it? It happens whe you're hurting, and cut me at the surface of my heart.
I'm living dead, only alive when I pretend, that I have died. I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love. Just a bird's eye view from the sky above, I'm dead, I'm living dead.
Got bubble wrap around my heart, waiting for my life to start. But every day it never comes, permanently at square one. When it's late at night, I'm so dissatisfied. The weight of an empty life will lessen in the moonlight, in the light.
I'm living dead, only alive when I pretend, that I have died. I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love. Just a bird's eye view from the sky above, I'm dead, I'm living dead.
I lay back in a glittering mist and I think of all the men I could have kissed. I haven't lived my life, I haven't lived love, just a birds eye view from the sky above.
I'm living dead, only alive when I pretend, that I have died. I haven't lived life, I haven't lived love. Just a bird's eye view from the sky above, I'm dead, I'm living dead.

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