Tuesday 20 January 2009 photo 1/1
|
När det inte känns, så skriver jag..
Life for death
Friend for foe
Lingering lines of Macbeth
Lines moving much to slow
Give me light
A reason to live
A reason to fight
Living without anything to give
Kissing shadows of your past
Hollow inside of my chest
Nothing is meant to last
You gave me nothing and left out the rest
Impale me on this stake
Screaming my self asleep
Tears cross my cheeks as i wake
Endings dont come cheap
David (C)
Friend for foe
Lingering lines of Macbeth
Lines moving much to slow
Give me light
A reason to live
A reason to fight
Living without anything to give
Kissing shadows of your past
Hollow inside of my chest
Nothing is meant to last
You gave me nothing and left out the rest
Impale me on this stake
Screaming my self asleep
Tears cross my cheeks as i wake
Endings dont come cheap
Annons