Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
Here's our little Greek tradjidy strummin' on her lyre, please welcome
Gangle!
An inevitable conclusion
looms just out of sight of
my weak and wondering
eyes. Either we will last
forever or we will burn,
crash to the ground in
ugly flames of sulfur and
shame. Goodbye, good
bye, hello, goodbye. No
more farewells I beg,
either stay or go. My heart
cannot handle one more
hello just to end in another
goodbye. If I let you go it
will surely break. Please,
stop these mistakes that I
am too fragile to take.