Sunday, November 22, 2009
My mind runs. I can never catch it even if I got a head start
My heart thump not from being nervous
Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose
So all the while 'til I'm gone make my words important so
If I slip away, if I die today the last thing you remember won't
Be about some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur
Baby how I dream of being free since my birth
Cursed but the demons I confronted would disperse
Have you ever heard of some shit so real
Beyond from the heart, from the soul you can feel?
Lyrics: Kid Cudi (The Prayer)
Photos: flickr, weheartit, thedrifterandthegypsy, and fuckyeahskinnybitch.tumblr.com/http://bonesandstyle.tumblr.com/
Notes: (RIP) Daul Kim. No one will ever forget you.