December 2010
25 posts
Notes From The Underground
Starve myself from poison love memories
With traces of what knocked me out
Knocked me out
Act as if I’m just alright, but I’ve already lost my sight
And you’re treading ground without a sound
Something for nothing, I know that I haven’t given
You know that I haven’t risen above
Please believe me, round and round, hear the sound
Reality crashing into me, I...