I feel like taking the easy way out
Which is to run, Far Far away...
Now things are weird
i wonder for countless days...
I don't ever want to see you cry and I don't ever...
All these feelings deep inside
All these meanings things to hide...
To worship the foot steps you walk,
please sit with me so we can talk...
Our thoughts are crossed by uninitialized tensions...
These constant flowing vibes spun from greed of...
Down a dark dark street
In her dark dark room...
Weave a glove
Of twigs and thorn...
How can God exist? It's just not right,
At least, that's what you've said, every night...
** i sent a friend here on this site a pic of me...
I dreamt again this night
I dreamt of something strange and worn...
How can you live every day,
Not knowing your own child...