söndag 16 maj 2010

Ya running and ya running And ya running away.

Ya running and ya running
And ya running away.
Ya running and ya running
And ya running away.
Ya running and ya running,
But ya can't run away from yourself
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself -
Can't run away from yourself.

no matter how fast i run....


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.