Social Icons

twitterfacebookgoogle pluslinkedinrss feedemail

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

After

Sold
My pockets full of gold
Thought then there was something to receive
Down and burned out from the quest
The things I tried to reach just weren't real
I used to live alone
And always had the feeling I was wrong
But how could I have lied
I buried all my dreams and there was
Nothing left to hide...

Gone
The power that I've won
And yet I fight as long as rain keeps falling on me
I choosed to die alone
But either way I pick
It always feels so wrong

Leave this world by night
Nothing left behind
Trapped it all inside
Bound and weakened

0 comments:

Post a Comment

 

My Social Network