Apple's poems

I was half alive

(A bit like the air of the chorus of "Stay high" by Tove Lo)

I was half alive
And now I'm third

I feel asleep
When I'm awake

Every light thing
Has it's dark side

Every day
Has it's hidden night

I was half alive
And I'll be dead

When your eyes close.

Let me

(I'll sing you the air soon, but I sing bad. )

Help me now
Don't let it be
Put me down
And I'll be free

She owns my mind
She takes control of me
You can help me to find
The way to liberty

Let me fall in your arms
Let me fly
Your heart is so warm
I won't let it die.