segunda-feira, 15 de maio de 2017
Hush, don't speak.
(...when you spit your venom, keep it shut. I hate it when you hiss and preach about your new messiah, 'cause your theories catch fire. I can't find your silver lining. I don't mean to judge, but when you read your speech, it's tiring. Enough is enough. Yes, our love is running out of time. I won't count the hours, rather be a coward. When our words collide, I'm gonna drown you out before I lose my mind. I'm covering my ears like a kid, when your words mean nothing, I go la la la. I'm turning up the volume when you speak, 'cause if my heart can't stop it, I find a way to block it).
por Tainá às 02:07