Lletres: Bedtime For Charlie. Winning Is For Losers. Castor Troy.

Hot blood versus time
put down a list of the best maybe sunshine
will provide the happiness
you've been searching for

Years that run away
as quick as the many promises that you've been told
why do I always have to be the one who's left
out standing in the cold

Watch out here it comes
the block of ice in your stomach
that makes you sad and numb
you feel dyslexic and crashed down
and

Serious conversations lose their meanings
when you close your eyes and think
and every single word you've ever spoke
is blown away in the wind

Will you take the emergency exit
to get the fuck out of the shit you're in
once again you turn your back on your problems
and run as fast run as fast as you can
Oh shit I've lost control
this world is way too tough
I should have read the note
before I choked

Reckless shattered torn by razorblades