fishblossom

You can't forget the sound of my voice. It's horrible to even see as text. I'm singing, I'm ignorant, I'm a clown. I'm failing hard in this life as a test? Night drawing closer, looking deep inside. And there lie all the things I managed to forget... Hey, what's a test? Are you a lil' bit out of mind? Black's eating everything. No reasons, fears - to fret. I'm looking silently, times running on its own. And you don't seem to fully understand. That I'm hating... being ignorant, being the clown. I'm singing sweetly so you won't forget. There's no meaning running out of words. The intonations' failing, ripped apart. I'm very sorry. (Looks lik