So you say there are spaces open and wide, believe me, there's days longer than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try, but you don't try, no you don't try. And you speak of a fever that burns you inside, as you explain to your mother how you've wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers, says "My darling, but why?" When there's so much more, there is so much more.
So you say there are spaces open and wide, believe me, there's days longer than nights. And you will be happy the minute you try, but you don't try, no you don't try. And you speak of a fever that burns you inside, as you explain to your mother how you've wanted to die. So she kisses your fingers, says "My darling, but why?" When there's so much more, there is so much more.
Depression and therapy..
story of my life.