She was right-
And she typically wasn’t about many things back...
Long before time began
My soul was holding your soul’s hand...
Static in the marrow of the hive
Thousand tongues all fighting to survive...
Even though I say it's okay
And I don't really care...
If I’m not all in
You can surely count me out...
I once had,
everything i could ever possibly want...
Sickness
Spills through the valley...
I was a dreamer, that’s what my mother used to...
Back when our world was small, and hope was far...
Dreams...