The diary of a cinephile

Every day is the same day Get up and go People Dont seem to mind Routine rewind Stuck in the endless Pretending But we are oblivious Stuck in the traffic Makeing money, Its not always tragic Fried brains It will be ok Grow pains But We will never break the endless We chose to create

Lights flashing People bashing Impressionistic Love nasty You bruse my soul Burn the silky sky It made me high Our love is empty Vision blurry Between the lines we meet Under crystal sky's I want to touch you I Wanna be between the sheets Of your company Let me be there When you burn out Dark circles My world has slowly intertwined Into your dark state of mind