some lines

think of me
when you're out
when you're out there.

i've got a tight grip on reality
but i can't
let go of what's in front of me here.

it's a circle, i mean cycle.

because your real life is tragic
yeah you built up a world of magic.

would someone care to classify
of broken hearts and twisted minds
so i can find someone to rely on.

tracing patterns across a personal map
and making pictures where the lines overlap
where the lines overlap.


Credit to Paramore.

:)
Wallahualam.
MENILIK