heart rate increasingblood rushing through my veinsmy mind deceives mehallucinations fill my braina touch on my skinevery breath becoming paper thinmy..
a room filled with bright spiritscolors, shapes and music-less lyricsproud artists standing next to their workpeople crowding, going berserkavoiding t..
neutral and indifferentunemotional and uncommittedthe early morning fogthe sidewalk of a lonely roadthe pebbles next to the throwing stonesthe cement ..
blue lines tickling up your armsdown through your hands to your fingersnot always noticeable but there they lingerwhen your adrenaline begins to rusha..
I like to think one day it will all beokayagainI like to think one day I'll be sitting in a restaurant with you smiling and laughingI like to think on..