You grew wings, on your heart
But you let it out your ribcage,
And it flew into the dark
just like a ghost
it flutters by my window
When I need my sleep the most
Concepts of Thinking
This is what keeps me going.
http://www.myspace.com/137150523
But you let it out your ribcage,
And it flew into the dark
just like a ghost
it flutters by my window
When I need my sleep the most
