i am actually 15 a little feeling i have is that I have this perfect feeling of loss of control and Freedom of abandonment its so perfect but is it right no one will truly know so just melt away holding your memories like weapons of a once had life and hold my words like a flag of what i stand for what i once i had i will once get but for now i have to get by on what is given
It starts with a glance Getting lost in those eyes
Both of them sprakle like a million sunny blue skies
My hands lay shaken stuck in a beat
Tick Tock fills my head it seems ends cannot meet
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