This highway’s dark and empty. Just miles and miles of endless road.
I’ve got a sickness pounding in my head. I’m at the mercy of the ghost.
What will it take to live as if I would not another day?
To live without despair, and to be without disdain.
How can I instill such hope, but be left with none of my own?
What if I could sing just one song and it might save somebody’s life?
(Source: thoughtslikestars)