A Downward Spiral. |
When it's dark ouside i climb out to the lonely night
Seeking pressure in the thrills, discomforting chills
Loosing sights by the turn away, no security or home
Being real at last, falling away from the past
As the sun go up I just can't stand all the memories it brings
All the people, lit up places, Vitamin D, smiling faces
But no one else seems to be alive as me
Is it my minds wishing creations, or neglectic observations?
I Don't Know.
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| Kommentarer | | ptrof - 13 dec 09 - 06:00 | | grym |
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