fugitive thoughts
Sunday, 6 February 2005
IT`S GETTING DARK


It`s getting dark, I`m confused
My heart`s broken, the sky`s falling;
I feel the pain inside my brain.
I prayed for you, my friend, but you`re not coming.

I ask myself:''why am I dreaming?''
Hundreds of questions invade my loneliness.
Wish I was dead, `cause all my life
I`ve been desperately looking for happiness.

Poor me, I was such a fool,
Looking for gold , got stuck in mud
Now I feel I`m going down...
I wanna die... you should be proud.

I`ll get rid of pain and sorrow
Of those who claimed to be my friends;
I`ll get rid of lies... tomorrow
I`ll have blood on my hands.

It`s getting dark... became annoyed
I feel like sinking in the sea.
My heart is going with the wind
I know it was meant to be

Posted by ramobtr at 12:01 AM

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