Unborn
Wrapped in yourself
No sense in waiting for anyone else
Go then roll down the road
No one will follow I’m sure
Winters gone and shown me a sign
Killing me softly encased still in time
Watching and waiting
Someday I’ll come back I’m sure
Don’t waste your time with me
I’m half crazy can’t you see
I’m frozen in my fantasies of this death and birth of mine
Sorrows what’s left of her mind
Pull up your boots for the very last time
Seaward crossing the shore
Opening blues from its door
Now you’re all by your self
No sense in waiting for anyone else
Go then walk down that road
Cause No one will follow I’m sure
Don’t waste your time with me
I’m half crazy can’t you see
I’m frozen in my fantasies of this death and birth of mine
— Niko
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Brice