Gasping for air but fluid fills into your lungs instead of air, I’d kill myself thousand times just to feel your pain baby.
On that ice cold street she lay, with no signs of life, redness stained my heart the way it stained the ground.
For a second no one did anything, on that ice cold street she lay.
People ask me why are you dressing so nice? What’s the occasion?
This is just my way of dressing, I dress like each day is my last day in life, I dress like the way I would like to die.
- Reverie Hippie
