Lukasz Korbanski #1
The Return of the Red Balloon?
Nothing like a cup of sweet coffee in the morning to wash away the bitter blues.
If I am to be ashamed of the man that I became, know it’s only you I’d choose.
Sons often turn out just like their fathers, who are sons in the end as well,
and it hurts to think we all go through the pain…
I guess there’s comfort in a soothing voice,
even if you know the choice that you made was wrong all along.
Nothing eats away at you like the morning-after blues,
till you bleed it out in a song.