Headrush
Headrush. Empty feeling. Dizzy feeling.
Where'd the room go? I don't know.
Where am I? Lost, possibly? But where.
Why are my thoughts screaming?
Falling feeling. Crashing feeling. Lost feeling.
One day someone will understand.
They'll know all your dirty little secrets,
and still wanna hold your hand.
Someday you'll be old,
I wanna be the one whose hand you hold.
I want you to be the one,
who hears my last dying breath,
whispering a bitter-sweet melody of Good-Bye's
and I love you's.
I want to be yours and never leave your side,
because my love for you isn't classified.
Hold my hand till the end of time, fingers intertwined,
I promise, I jsut want someone that would hold this
little hand of mine.
Calmed down feeling. Cold feeling. Gone feeling. Headrush.
All my feeling is gone and I'm losing control,
I don't know where to go, and it's getting worse.
Headrush. And just like that, I'm gone.
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