You never truly realise what you have lost... until you have need of it. Perhaps I'll be like that: finding value only after I've passed, not unlike a dead painter...just lacking in any and all intrinsic value. |
You gave me my pleasure, my sorrow, my pain,
i loved you with all that i am...
Look around you simple child,
and tell me why do you dream...
You've never been there,
"why do you feel so small?"...
Better Than You
You cannot give a damn...
Suicide
Cold and dark as the evening twilight...
We all play the game, inside we feel so much...
than all those around us but do we bother to thank...
Draw out the fragments,
the tiny little bits...
Take them,
take them away...
Unlike everyone else, |
What is freedom? |
I miss the times I remember, |