' Taste of ink.

' Is it worth it can you even hear me?
Standing with your spotlight on me
Not enough to feed the hungry
I'm tired and I've felt it for a while now
In this sea of lonely
The taste of ink is getting old
It's four o' clock in the fucking morning
Each day gets more and more like the last day
Still I can see it coming
While I'm standing in the river drowning
This could be my chance to break out
This could be my chance to say goodbye
At last it's finally over
Couldn't take this town much longer
Being half dead wasn't what I planned to be
Now I'm ready to be free

So here I am it's in my hand
And I'll savor every moment of this
So here I am alive at last
And I'll savor every moment of this.

sjukt fin bild & jag älskar låten. :**

shit vad fina ögon! :O