Do you breath the same air?

Is the sky is the same above you?

I won’t wait for you to stand

Fleeing on both sides of the moon

I stumble and I stare

Is the ceiling about to fall on my head?

I won’t fake to celebrate

Haunting each side of the room

Better be in Paris with my fellas

A few places that I curse

You do betray me with your silence

And these moments that i carry

It’s much too heavy and i hang out a lot

Do you read the same lines?

Do you feel the same crack in your chest?

How come you don’t go to the same conclusion

But now it’s too late and the book suddenly ended at chapter 2

Lord knows that you’re miserable now and no one will save you from your suicidal state of mind

I love too much life for rotting in front of your screen

You love the movies but I prefer making my own being own living my own