“She says baby
It’s 3am I must be lonely
When she says baby
Well I can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes”
Life right now is black and white… I’m living in my own little bubble, like Pleasantville, trying to figure everything out and little under a week later and I’m no further forward. I’m probably moving backwards…
I long, nay yearn to live life in technicolour again but what do you do when the rain has washed everything away?
I choose to panic…