Friday, January 18, 2008
i walked the earth with empty hands,
you will never feel my hate and pain,
i will wait for the moment of collisions,
reversed into a time where im the blamed,
understood the majority in life,
that there will never be anyone,
who could keep up with my miseries,
i spat the broken promises i made,
i spat the broken promises i made,
and i tried to understand your positions,
if you're the truth, why am i defending?
can you really understand my hate?
would you take up the chance,
beneath the tears of your broken eyes,
to breath a new life after so long being dead,
and i spat the broken promised i made,
this time,i really really feel dead.
12:07 AM