good,bye
By Kisba
Did you run away?
Like the wind, for the hills
as they say...
'Cause when you win,
no violins, skyward chins:
took my aspirations away!
April showers
tread on my flowers,
to neglect my worries
is to lie for hours, and
if i find the time,
i'll get high, shed my superpowers
break water droplet walls,
pretend this life was ours...
if i find the time.
'Cause you ran away--
like the wind in the hills,
today...
