I'm piecing every thought together,
Please find the words to make me better.
Here I am, here I run;
save me before I come undone.
I've got my darkest fears,
they've advanced by the years.
And the crave for my obsession,
is worse than ever;
make me understand the lesson,
don't let me fall forever.
Who can decide what they dream?
Oh, nothing is as it first seems!
I try so hard not to think of you,
but I still do.
I lie awake at midnight,
after the clock strikes twice;
and deep in my heart resides still a little hope:
the faintest of lights.
Skrevet d.
26. april 2009, 02:31
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