honestly, what will become of me
don't like reality
it's way too clear to me
but really, life is dandy
we are what we don't see
missed everything daydreaming
traveling, i only stop at exits
wondering if i'ill stay young and restless
living this way i stress less
i want to pull away when the dream dies
the pain sets in and i don't cry
i only feel gravity and i wonder why
dogs were whistling a new tune
barking at the new moon
hoping it would come soon
and the sun was wondering if it should stay away for a day
'til the feeling went away
and the sky was falling on the clouds were dropping and
the rains forgot how to bring salvation
FLAMES to DUST
LOVERS to FRIENDS
why do all good things come to an end?
you probably wont get it...
but it doesnt matter =)
