BLEEDING CLOUDS:
This year I died. Not physically but something in me came to an end. Fill me up, so uncertain of my future, clinging on to the past no longer brings satisfaction. Pour into me, I try and somehow I believe it, that the best is yet to come. I deserve love. Death comes to all of us eventually. I pray when your time comes, you'll be in your lovers arms.
This year I died. Not physically but something in me came to an end. Fill me up, so uncertain of my future, clinging on to the past no longer brings satisfaction. Pour into me, I try and somehow I believe it, that the best is yet to come. I deserve love. Death comes to all of us eventually. I pray when your time comes, you'll be in your lovers arms.
