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by Mild insomnia Oct 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / other
My favourite place in the whole world. Nothing, can stop this pain, As far as I know. What do I know? If life's a game, Then I'm loosing, Really bad, It's so sad. It still stands, My childhood escape, In these lands, Where I am safe. High in a tree top, Hid from view, Hidden from you. The years, before my eyes, And blood around my feet, I know, I never cry, But this cut's just too deep. Memories, return to me, Lost for so long, Far too long. How could I push them all aside, How did I get by? It still stands, My childhood escape, In these lands, Where I am safe. Behind fallen leaves, And dead trees, My sweet retreat... Your calls, behind of me, And I am on my knees, Here lies, my true release, This cut was just too deep.