As I slowly strangle,
feet still on the floor.
Noose to tight to scream,
but not to ignore.
Not destine to stay,
or to live in this place.
I'm not in hurry.
life is not a footrace.
......
As I slowly strangle,
feet still on the floor.
Noose to tight to scream,
but not to ignore.
Not destine to stay,
or to live in this place.
I'm not in hurry.
life is not a footrace.
......