He's Not the Alpha
My body rocks back and forth as if I've got a limb, when the only thing that has snapped is my sanity.
Walking bereft of shoes, laughing to lyself, rocking to my own tune, stopping and glancing over my shoulders before continuing on, singing to myself.
Burn
Burn
Oh such lovely flames
Orange and red, screams and wails.
Maybe I'm a little out of touch with reality, maybe I'm crazy.
But who says their not crazy?
Bab Populer