bdrmm
Goit
Realising your mortality
Makes me feel weak inside
I cannot dwell, I cannot think
I can no longer hide
The rumination must be contained
Or rather, removed
Distractions
Spasms
Terror
Death
It all happened
It all happened
There's nothing left
Nothing to assume
It's not about me
It's all about you
There's nothing left
Nothing to assume
It's not about me
It's all about you
From Letras Mania