Can't sleep, the eyes with tears are haunting me what have i done
I almost manage to forget his face his smell the hug
then tonight i remember his face his smell the hug
and the eyes with tears
i'm shattered all over again
Tomorrow will be better, when there's work, charity, dance and photography
Morning is always better, afternoon too, evening maybe, but not night.
Night always bring me down
My blogs are mostly written at night thus the melancholy posts
Can't think too much i look silly enough
I just drive and drive need the time alone
cry and cry need the courage to be right
bring it on, life
i'm throwing punches
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