January
Wednesday 4 July 2007 photo 2/2
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SUCK >< My body sits down on an empty bed A tear drops down my eye It lands on my arm, another slides down Are these tears of joy? No, it's the tears of pain, the tears of loneliness Why every time I look back it's empty? The dreams of waking up beside somebody weren't real Hearing a distance voice made by my mind They said "Good morning sunshine" But that was a voice made up by my own mind The bed I sleep in, die in is going to be the bed I wake up alone in. But I think no matter how much I sit on my bed It's going to be so empty, just like I said.
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