A long long time ago,
Once upon a time...
Followers followers
You're all sheep...
The blade cuts so smoothly oer my soft pale skin,
It lets out a trail of blood that I was holding...
Wishful thinking
Head over heals...
Fear grows as I fade into the trees with my axe...
Stars cover my body.. my arms are the skies filled...
Through tinted windows things just don't seem so...
A car accident that lies children in the hospital...
You said we'd be together forever... |
The past is history, The future a mystery... But, The Present is a gift. That's why they call if the present. |
Be yourself. Because when all is said and done... that's all you have. |