In his mind my fears, in his arms my citadel.
As though a prayer from the sound of a church bell,
He became the only tale I ever wanted to tell.

And now he wastes his life by the gravel placed so heavily above me,
with a hopeful wait just to see,
If I would come back to what was and will never be.
For just this once, let me dream about you.. and maybe then you could turn out to be true.


preettiee songthing by some retard

I asked if I could be alone,
I had some troubles of my own.
Knew I had to say goodbye,
To all the old things held inside.
If I let the moment fly,
I knew they'd all be magnified..

And it feels alright