Takk.
Takk
Swallowing envy has never been easy.
Especially not when your throat hurts because of all the restrained emotions which are pushing against the surface of your smile.
Today I feel wasted, but that doesn’t matter anyway. Tomorrow’s just another rip-off of yesterday.
I wonder what it would feel like to have the strength of those mighty qualities behind my back. I always felt like the sinking stone while you were the magnificent ideal, enchanting the hushed crowd under this starry sky.
Sometimes I wish my innermost loveliness would even have a chance to keep up with yours.
They always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I can’t find a reason for why all these eyes seem to be blurred.
I still love you, but sometimes it’s hard.
Swallowing envy has never been easy.
Especially not when your throat hurts because of all the restrained emotions which are pushing against the surface of your smile.
Today I feel wasted, but that doesn’t matter anyway. Tomorrow’s just another rip-off of yesterday.
I wonder what it would feel like to have the strength of those mighty qualities behind my back. I always felt like the sinking stone while you were the magnificent ideal, enchanting the hushed crowd under this starry sky.
Sometimes I wish my innermost loveliness would even have a chance to keep up with yours.
They always say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I can’t find a reason for why all these eyes seem to be blurred.
I still love you, but sometimes it’s hard.