My heart crys from the pain The burden of my sins that waver over me so Was it me who became the enemy? Or is it the reflection of the other me who is my foe?
Life just isn't worth living anymore Yet I face this cold world with nothing in hope for the day before My spirit broken My soul left to cry
Memories are all I have left to live by I cherish them, the good and the bad My minds exiled, apart from the world Rushed thoughts
Pressure nears hair to rise I wont clapse in But its okay.. To cry
Azorii · Sun Feb 04, 2007 @ 06:53am · 1 Comments |