I remember all too well, when you opened your door I couldn't help but how I fell to the floor.

All I could say was that I was ashamed to break your heart then piece together again. But I still like to stay awake, scare the past away and spend the night indoors for a change. But all I can do is take you hole late, as much as one needs to, our lives are still tide to someone else.

   So we cut our ties and our bloody chains that holds us down, we'll go away and mix our bodies under the sun.

We'll walk through stones and over water to get where we haven't touched and have only thought of before. We'll find our world over other people's ruins.

April 2004


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