Here I am standing on the tip of time.
It's in my hands, But yet it's still not mine.
My mouth is dry, my eyes are wet.
Body shaking -sleepless cold sweats.
The noise gets louder inside my head
Till' theres silence, the world is dead.
I'm balancing on a narrow line.
I look down, I'm on the tip of time.


Hm, Tell me what you think of that. I wrote it last
night. Besides that theres nothing really to say.
-- xo   x Lailah