The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.
I feel death around the corner and I haven’t been happy enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t loved enough. I feel death around the corner and I haven’t lived enough. Death’s comin’ round the corner and enough will never be enough.
