Saturday, April 25, 2015

go on, fill your heart up with gladness. not a moment too soon.

Cos' the very thing you're afraid, afraid of
It keeps you clean but unclear
Clean but unclear

Is the dirt that you're made, you're made of
And thats nothing to fear
No, its nothing my dear

How did i know what you're thinking?
Maybe i thought it before

No comments:

Post a Comment