Sights Of Mine

by Halston Mather   Jan 10, 2005


You know what I think
I think this life really bites
When I look for a bright sign
Pitch black fills my sight,
Yet I keep wondering in my thoughts
If there's anything at all
Or am I blidnly walking
Down a never ending hall?,
Then it all becomes clear
Becomes so disgustingly clear
That as I walk blindly
I'm completely filled with fear,
You see the way out
And leave me to walk alone
Now I'm callous because of you
My heart's like a stone.

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