Without any warning it has hit me hard,
Bleeding to its mystery and yet,
I am glad.
With time so indefinite to be,
The question remains while falling into you,
Can I still get back up onto my feet.
Remaining rejected, indifferent, unpassive.
Violently smashing those tainted and taunting,
Rose tinted glasses.
Bleeding to its mystery and yet,
I am glad.
With time so indefinite to be,
The question remains while falling into you,
Can I still get back up onto my feet.
Remaining rejected, indifferent, unpassive.
Violently smashing those tainted and taunting,
Rose tinted glasses.