You're the echoes of my everything
You're the emptiness the whole world sings at night
You're the laziness of afternoon
You're the why I burst and why I bloom
You're the leaky sink of sentiment
You're the failed attempts I never could forget
You're all the metaphors I can't create
To comprehend this curse that thay call love
why do i feel pain in the night?
when i am only vulnerable by the moons light
help me my friendly bullet
will you help me fly to the only freedom I'm allowed?