Cloud Gavin
There Is No Sunlight Here
I’m not your handsI’m just the mess you constitute with themThose ugly colors that you paintI’m not your eyesI’m just what you see as a comfortable disguiseBut familiar in a wayIt’s not your heartIt’s just the way I see things fall apartYour fragile bones can never holdOh, it’s not loveIt’s the blur in your eyesIt’s my blood on your sideJust leave it alone.
From Letras Mania