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by Jenn Nov 5, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
Each swallow paid it looked so surreal lying on a floor just trying to feel she tries to remember asleep on the bed i still leave a trace that thing in her head i thought she could know i knew she could see i stood there waiting but she didnt see me that place still exists its there in her dreams she can see that the horror it seems and i never want to know whats there she relives a nightmare but wont shed a tear she told me so it somehow feels right to cry for my shadowed face in the night shes never lets me bring her so down if a drink can erase me ill more than frown and ill sit and care think back and not cry empty bottles and hearts but not wondering why if she doesnt know me then love never paid there wasnt really much of a strong heart to fade