I'm a 20 years old freelance writer, I write, sing and draw. I love art in all its forms and I love finding it in all forms of creation.
Miles Ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she makes me strong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
and I can't be home
thoughts racing through my head
amnesia come visit the body in my bed
amnesia I've been waiting for so long
everything just sounds so wrong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
wait for me a little more baby
amnesia is coming to take me
wait for me just a little bit more
amnesia is knocking on my door
the nights will start again
her mind is in vain
3 am I needed a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
in the am where is home
miles ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she made me strong
Miles Ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she makes me strong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
and I can't be home
thoughts racing through my head
amnesia come visit the body in my bed
amnesia I've been waiting for so long
everything just sounds so wrong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
wait for me a little more baby
amnesia is coming to take me
wait for me just a little bit more
amnesia is knocking on my door
the nights will start again
her mind is in vain
3 am I needed a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
in the am where is home
miles ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she made me strong
Miles Ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she makes me strong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
and I can't be home
thoughts racing through my head
amnesia come visit the body in my bed
amnesia I've been waiting for so long
everything just sounds so wrong
the nights are getting colder
can't find a way to hold her
3 am I need a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
wait for me a little more baby
amnesia is coming to take me
wait for me just a little bit more
amnesia is knocking on my door
the nights will start again
her mind is in vain
3 am I needed a hand to hold
3 am why so bold
in the am all alone
in the am where is home
miles ahead
every road has a dead end
take me to where I belong
she made me strong
I'm a 20 years old freelance writer, I write, sing and draw. I love art in all its forms and I love finding it in all forms of creation.
