Sunday, October 31, 2010

we'll soon be forgotten

     What it all comes down to in the end, is nothing but a dream.

We'll soon be forgotten, disappear in this moonless night.

The thought of your kiss, warmth but burns deep inside my sleep.

When will my freedom come, when will this suffering come to an end.

.....I'm stuck, not brave enough to face the truth.

come say it to my face,don't hold anything back, for this is your last chance to make it right.