Tossing and turning in the bed at 3 am, When life feels like a cage. Someone gets up, looks out the window, Steps out to the balcony, breathes out into the cold To watch the city lights flicker. While reliving moments of yesterday that blends in with the present, Like an unwelcomed rain with eyes wide open; The continuity of fear, that erodes & eats away at the heart. Subduing every attempt at rescue to ever start. To believe in hope, to believe in kind. There are voices that whisper...whisper: 'Afraid of losing, afraid of loving, afraid of being alone, afraid of my mind' Piecing yourself back together each time. Slowly but, gradually unravelling from the abyss.. The dawn burns away the tears but, never forgets to *reminisce*
You are just without lyrics a music, you are never shouldn't hurt it that much
Nothing shouldn't hurt us this much but it's just life. And the point is music never hurts us. It is the memories that touch us deeply.
@@mymusiclist8054 exactly because the music we chose is relationship with our memories
@@sunshine1257 Absolutely, sir!
Tossing and turning in the bed at 3 am,
When life feels like a cage.
Someone gets up,
looks out the window,
Steps out to the balcony,
breathes out into the cold
To watch the city lights flicker.
While reliving moments of yesterday
that blends in with the present,
Like an unwelcomed rain with eyes wide open;
The continuity of fear, that erodes & eats away at the heart.
Subduing every attempt at rescue to ever start.
To believe in hope, to believe in kind.
There are voices that whisper...whisper:
'Afraid of losing, afraid of loving, afraid of being alone, afraid of my mind'
Piecing yourself back together each time.
Slowly but, gradually unravelling from the abyss..
The dawn burns away the tears but, never forgets to *reminisce*