Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real ...
There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface Consuming, confusing This lack of self control I fear is never ending Controlling
I can't seem To find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence I’m convinced that there’s just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before So insecure ...
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As far as, there are such beautiful souls Good women and men I am still hopeful for future of the world... even if wounds do not heal, we would be able to ignor them.
3 comments:
As far as, there are such beautiful souls
Good women and men
I am still hopeful for future of the world...
even if wounds do not heal, we would be able to ignor them.
neveshtehat booye deltangi midan...ba hameye penhaani boodaneshoon!!!!
khoob baash aziz,donyaa do rooz hm nist...!!!!
Wonderful music! I enjoyed and also post it in my weblog. Sarah
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