Spinning, spinning spinning
But am I out of control?
There's a languid fluidity to my self destruction,
I despise myself too much to give it momentum
It's a slow burn.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
But am I out of control?
Will I find redemption?
I promise I was in a great mood when I this. Does anyone else have the laughing their ass off and writing sad ass poetry thing going on?
But am I out of control?
There's a languid fluidity to my self destruction,
I despise myself too much to give it momentum
It's a slow burn.
Spinning, spinning, spinning
But am I out of control?
Will I find redemption?
I promise I was in a great mood when I this. Does anyone else have the laughing their ass off and writing sad ass poetry thing going on?