Black Hole
Rest as a pile.
Days start to seem as long as a mile.
I start to cry.
You get insecure.
Your afraid of me saying something obscure.
Your afraid of being ruined.
I start to wander if you have fallen in a black hole.
Should I jump into it too?
Shall it become my tomb?
Just to be with you I would do so.
Rest as a pile.
Days start to seem as long as a mile.
I start to cry.
You get insecure.
Your afraid of me saying something obscure.
Your afraid of being ruined.
I start to wander if you have fallen in a black hole.
Should I jump into it too?
Shall it become my tomb?
Just to be with you I would do so.
