playing with fire

we are a generation of children who have to grow up too fast.
there are a superheroes at the symphony, but we are too old to go.
BUT I WANT TO.
there's no turning back the clocks that tickticktick
time's running out.
-think about it-
if everyone were to disappear i would wish you back because when you're not around i remember that there's darkness. pitch black. and silent.


you're the music to my lyrics.