May 2010
I see trees of green, red roses too I see them bloom, for me and you And I think to myself, what a wonderful world I see skies of blue, and clouds of white The bright blessed day, the dark sacred nig
Into the night Desperate and broken The sound of a fight Father has spoken We were the kings and queens of promise We were the victims of ourselves Maybe the children of a lesser God Between Heaven a
Voices, a thousand, thousand voices Whispering, the time has passed for choices Golden days are passing over, yeah I cant seem to see you baby Although my eyes are open wide But I know Ill see you on
Waiting for your call, I'm sick, call I'm angry call I'm desperate for your voice Listening to the song we used to sing In the car, do you remember Butterfly, Early Summer It's playing on repeat, Just
The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting Could it be that we have been this way before? I know you don't think that I am trying I know you're wearing thin down to the core But hold your
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Hello there the angel from my nightmare The shadow in backround of the morgue The unsespecting victim of darkness in the valley We can live like Jack and Sally if we want Where you can always find me