Our Lives

by Darkchild   Nov 5, 2006


The end of innocence is near,
Life can never repair its self.
We're left only with anger and fear,
Uncaring I put my heart on a shelf.

Life goes through time to fast,
Love is the word of a one nightstand.
Nobody cares about our past,
I try hold life's water in open hands.

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