ian_bazz

Thrillia

Past is a mirror

Past a wasted moment

I’m arise from buried

Soon i spread my agreement

To agree the worst

To agree is choice

But to falling is numerous

I better hiding my voice

As hide I discover

As hide I’ll unlock this

The place turn to a stranger

The stranger that I have miss

Are you missing yourself?

I’d rather miss your view

Than to cure the little things

The little things that can kill you

I kill you once

I kill your dream

Just to prove to you

The earth isn’t beauty it seem

Bastian