Days

Sister C laughing bells of red gold
Joke untold
With the summernight in her hair


I find myself letting go of control a lot
Saying to myself that it's destiny
That I'm not supposed to be with the boy that doesen't love me anymore
That I wasn't supposed to succed with all with wich I've failed
But sometimes I don't really don't know what to think

This destiny-thing is kind of relieving
But It's also scary
Beacuse it leaves me with no control what so ever

Sometimes thought, it would be nice to be without control
For real
It would mean that I would also be compleatly without responsibility


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