I.O.W.T.S.A.Y.

It’s ok to let it go, it’s just my own feeling, To much pain in my ass so Hard for me to through into your door even your window sometimes make it better. I know I’m such a dumbass and I know you know it correctly. let me not to push it again. but The bridge behind me was burning by my own hand I’m not blame you just wish you’ll see the black smoke flying rolling your imagine. Where should I go? The only way is toward your door. We crying, we dying, No wind and world so cold. Its coming the angel with dirty smile, hope her fake wings will save us.