I used to sit and think
Of the times and fun we had...
At night I sit quietly, alone in my room
Feeling helpless, a baby in it's mothers womb...
Yeah, I wrote this poem after having an argument...
If I could be granted one wish...
Each night, before she goes to sleep, she cries
Tears of pain and confusion, truth and lies...
When the dawn sun rises, I will no longer exist. Rather a clone of my past will come in my place |
Touch of Saturn |
We're the ones who feel the pain you all forgot about. |