Mind
My mind is racing up
I can't control my thought
Am loosing the track
And now there's no turning back
No time to fall
No time to break
I feel like drowning
The river keep calling
Knife on my skin
The blood's running
And isn't getting better
My fingers across the gun
This is my fun
Oh! They found the trigger
This time I won't be a loser
Just shut you eyes (Ain't needing yo...
Saturday 24th June 2017 4:32 am
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