Real life is just so rough that my mind keeps floating higher and higher.
I know, the bigger the height, the bigger the fall.
I know someday I'm gonna fall.
I know my fall will have the impact of an atomic bomb.
I know I could just stop floating and open a parachute.
But why? Why do I keep floating?
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(01:48. Insomniac.)
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(yep, today I felt like English)
1 comentário:
Eu diria: "Open the parachute for what?" :)
Keep floating and never look down. ;)
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