Yfirborð

Song of the day;;


I'm wasted, losing time
I'm a foolish, fragile spine
I want all that is not mine
I want him but we're not right

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree that I'm a suffocator

I should go now quietly
For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep
Where all my layers can become reeds
All my limbs can become trees
All my children can become me
What a mess I leave
To follow
 To follow
To follow
To follow

In the darkness I will meet my creators
And they will all agree, I'm a suffocator
Suffocator
Suffocator

Oh no
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I'm sorry if I smothered you
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my mother
Never to come out

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Jännä miten joskus biisit sopii omaan elämään tosi osuvasti.

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Wake me

Out of the cold