my ink

I've got a feeling that
Goes above me and around all of that
It's written in the most beautiful ink
From what I draw the most beautiful link

How could I say goodbye in the day?
How could I let it pass me in sleep?
Though I know, it's written in my ink

Why do we make a friend?
Holding glasses high instead of a hand
Getting bitten is the nicest of ends
So that I lead myself while making new plans

And how could I say goodbye in the day?
How could I let it pass me in sleep?
Though I know, it's written in my ink

Why do we make, why do we make a friend?



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Writer(s): Katharina Helena Schmilgun
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