torsdag 22 oktober 2009

a few words too many...




...In my head
A few words too many
In this bed
A few words too many
Left unsaid
Oh I wish that we were strangers
We could start again
Start again
All over







you hear what i say?

the best part of us slowly dies if no one really believes they exist. what remains is just shadows of memories and the cold ashes of trust and beliefs.

hell isnt a pit full of demons
poking your flesh with a stick
its an endless dinnerparty with
all the people you just cant stand
and really hate.