I see the clock strike 3,
Been awake for eternity,
And I'm broken all over on the inside,
Regret for all i did,
Take back all i said,
But it's useless on this one sleepless night
(where nothing's right)
Is this how it was intended?
One by one the good times ended,
Now we're alone again,
Broken hearts with smiles that faded,
This memory is overrated,
Why can't i forget it, then?
Cashvin. 2/24/2004 04:39:00 PM
my comatose
its far too much for me.
scream.CashvinChristopher
20's not all that bad : finds solitude in the guitar. singing my lungs out. senseless expressive poetry. making a fool of myself. :)
