Bullet15_zeroday

Life isn't fair,

But your hair is

Shining like a halo in midsummer sun.

Babies breath smile, you whispered to me

We're sticks in the mud

And we're rushing downstream.

If our parabolic arch 

Of meaning and purpose 

Is reaching it's peak 

That means we'll never be worthless.

And I wanted to die

Right beside

You,

Looking into your baby blues.

I wanted to die

With your blood on mine,

Till we're the same type

And break the same way.

You can't fix us.

You can only ignore 

That we're gonna drown.

You cant heal what is not sick.

You can't stop us now.

Too late to stop us now.