You never wash up after yourself

I keep falling over I keep passing out when I see a face like you



And I used to fly like peter pan all the children flew when I touched their hands



It's like the world is going to end so soon and why should I believe myself?



One day I'm going to grow wings a chemical reaction hysterical and useless



But the pain lingers on ...


This is our last goodbye , now you should be holding me .



[ through my eyes 2 ]

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

paris:X..umbrele noastre:X..

muzeul unde noi nu doream sa intram:))..

metroul:))

>:D<

miruna. said...

:)

astea sunt ultimele poze din paris pe care le prelucrez. :) restu sa ramana ca in realitate.