thirsty soul

the light is blind

how many times do i need to say┬ái’m fine

trapped in a feeling i don’t need

the tv is blurry

my hands are heavy

sometimes the right thing to do is to feel less

it’s the past that resides in your eyes

the red lights bury the pain

the night is shy

in the verge of breaking down

it bears no life to apologise

selfish cards

dreams that passed

and never touched your body

i’d be lying to myself if i’d say i didn’t want it

but now i don’t

the locks are locked

steam coming out of my eyes

my breath smokes

it filters all the dirt away