if you could open your eyes i know that you still would not rise if i said the words to bring you back it would start another heart attack you traded all the truth for lies to escape your attempts and tries what seems real is what hurts most the make-believe made you the ghost you walk among the pieces of reality hardly seeing what is real, not even seeing me the mist conceals the facts and obscures your sight filling in with darkness, erasing all the light know not more than you need at a time act as though it's all fine take a hit on your blind side and never feel a thing
kazuka78 · Tue Jun 30, 2009 @ 12:36am · 0 Comments |