For the longest time
the sun didn't rise
I thought life was over
I continued to suffer
my still bleeding heart
rememberied this part
an aching sorrow
begging for tomorrow
gripping my soul
telling me to let go
emptying my vains
nothing left to complain
the sun didn't rise
I thought life was over
I continued to suffer
my still bleeding heart
rememberied this part
an aching sorrow
begging for tomorrow
gripping my soul
telling me to let go
emptying my vains
nothing left to complain
nenia:
another lovely writing. reminds me a bit of my own...hopefully that is good thing.