Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Over My Shoulder

Over my shoulder,
Running away.
Feels like I'm falling,
Losing my way.
Cold, and dry.
Cold and dry.

Fog out my daylight
Torture my night.
Feels like I'm falling,
Far out of sight.
Cold and drunk.
Tired. Lost.

- Mika

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