I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe.
I can say I hope it will be worth what I give up
If I could stand up mean for the things that I believe.
I’m flying to the moon again,
Dreaming about heroin.
You’ve applied the pressure, to have me crystallised,
And you’ve got the faith, that I could bring paradise.
I am yours now,
So now I don’t ever have to leave.
I feel like I’m falling again.
It’s so sad. What was so beautiful and transcendent is now nothing but faded memories, getting dimmer by the day. I don’t want it to ever leave me. I want to go back to that life. It was other-worldly. It was everything I believed life should be about. And as it fades away, all that’s left are vague recollections. The feelings vanish.