Soften

Even if you can breathe this moment
putting the gun against your lips
chewing faked dreams from different times
Waiting for the instance of a doubt


With the right arm down
and your long wet hair stuck to the skin
we should scream our fears out loud 
without any reason to stay here.



Soften hopes and bare feet
showing our secret memories
don't try to be like me today
I'm just an issue
I'm just a place


And I can't even whisper sounds
And I can't even run and stop
They couldn't ever know that I'm just an issue.
A mess without a place.