Sitting on the balcony of my room, his feet dangling into the void ... Do you know how it feels? Never smoke without smoking and thinking, thinking about everything and nothing at once, with music martilleándote the skull ... and wanting to jump and fly away never to return. Holding
ironies and dirty looks, why not respect my way of being? Does not seem so desired and, as smart as you thought once? I'm choking, I'm lost ... and you spin me like a top making me lose track again ... helpless, destitute ... so I sit in my room, sometimes with the lights off, sometimes on ... listening to the ticking clock of cranks.
as and not leave it out. With the touch of ice cold glass. Recalling strokes and lost dreams ... Was it a dream or was it reality? Why was that? Wanted to happen, what you got scared? Blankets on what you already know once again, safe ... habit, monotony, a broken relationship and rotten ... and without blinking an eye when, in the distance ... I'm still looking.
In the dark, at night ... Do you know how it feels? Giving the cold wind on your face, slapping your cheeks and reminding you that you're still alive ... feeling that they belong here or beyond. Feeling homeless. Feeling no place to remember or to go. Feeling that your world hae ice. Hell of ice. Maybe it's the placeI must go. Jump
, get out of here.
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