Thursday, November 29, 2018

Blame

I want to take you down,
cause I'm so afraid of up..
I heard it's like paradise,
but not so fucking nice..

And I want to make you mine,
but I feel I'm outta time.
Nothing stays the same,
It's a goddamn tricky game..

I bet it must be nice,
but the lie, is just advice..
It's never quite the same,
Only me, whose left to blame...

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