Write it down, Don’t pretend of losing up…
Colors old, triggered down to let you in..
Seven or eight times your name was on my wish..
Wrote it now because your day was on the sixth..
I moved outside and the book was on my hand.
Make it faster ’cause time is running out..
I sat down and I watched you go away
Have to give this but I know you won’t…
Stay for now, time has leave it hanging down along the bridges
I’ve got to go, but I have to know the reasons
How these thoughts turn into papers
Papers needs to turn to songs…
With falling down and aspirations
Thoughts of yours