Misunderstandings
The way life romanticize everything every open wound every song It is like something that fell of you and you think you should be grateful but no, I am not wishful. there is me laying on an open table I spread my hands, my mind and there it came again like toll of bells and it's going further into me like a waltz of soul like an endless yell it should be keeping me warm but no, I am not wishful. there is me laying on an open table I spread my hands, my mind I am here to accept every cue. every open wound every song about you. 2014