Tuesday, April 28, 2009

1000 HMC - Day 66

Black :(

and twisted thoughts that spin round my head
i'm spinning, oh, i'm spinning
how quick the sun can, drop away
and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass
of what was everything?

all the pictures had all been washed in black,
tattooed everything...
all the love gone bad, turned my world to black
tattooed all i see, all that i am, all i'll ever be...

i know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
i know you'll be a star
in somebody else's sky,
but why......why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine?

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