img. Cinnamon"You can't jump the track,
We're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button,boy.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud"
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud"
Anna Nalick lyric, "Breath 2 AM"
3 comments:
Parabéns pelo retrato. Está maravilhoso! :)
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It is mine, though...
oh yeah,
some words are like sharp razor blades, better write them down before it tear you apart...
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