Thursday, May 25, 2006

Aint it funny how humans are so ironical. So many times we say something but we never really mean what we said. Contradictory. For that we suffer in silence, behind the tall towers we have built with our own hands. And after that we sought to bring it down again. In the process we get hurt, torn apart, as we tear through ourselves without even realising it. Like pigs to the slaughter, no matter how hard we try to run and hide, eventually it'll hold us within its grip.
And so they thought they were young. They were everything. To them, they were the authority. Little do the know they were so wrong. And these mistakes eventually took away their heart a lil' by lil'. Brought them crashing down to earth. Like arrows straight to the heart, their flamed burned out. Darkness, thats all they are left to see.
Emo?yes, so what.


Far past these roads there is a place
Where all our precious dreams remain
Someday I know I'll find a way
To keep myself from holding on

soundtrack
Painting the sky grey @ 8:07 PM

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