Mind

cold,

even in this hot sands

waves break the shore

salt in my

bruised knees

in my cut, my bloody lips i have woken to the moon

soon i might reach you

on the other side

left alone and thrown away

one day i felt like i had everything

already planned

i had imagined my life

and played it in my head

everything was going according to the plan i have woken to the

moon! soon i might reach you!

on the other side! i

have woken to the moon!

soon i might reach you!

on the other side!

cold,

even in this hot sands waves break the shore salt in

my bruised knees

in my cut, my bloody lips i have woken to the moon

soon i might reach you on the other side

to the

plan

to the

plan to the plan to the plan