dimanche, juin 11, 2006


Why all this hate
Im building towards you,
When deep down
I only hate myself

Why do I say you died
A long time ago
When long before
You killed me?

And if im dead,
Why those feelings
Where do they come from
Is it the last gasp of air

And you moved on
I watched you with pain
But pride really
Of what you became

And left behinf
My heart got broken
I left the pieces in your eyes
For without them, they are no use

Live well like you diserve
And once in a while
Drop a flower on my tomb
I'll smile back in my motiionless sleep.