His canvas is of the finest
No woven strands of fabric...
Her barren lands now sit naked
Just the signs of her dimise...
Open up your gateway
Guide me to your light...
It's almost human nature it seems,
To keep all your memories and dreams...
It's ironic that song of my happiest days are also...
because i know i'll never be as happy as i was in...
.
This qrip on life...
Hold strong to what you believe in,
and trust only you...
Just one hit,
I'm flying high...
My monster grabbed ahold of me,
he has a grip oh so tight...
Innocent, with little knowlege.
Her view on life naive...
Traces of myself linger way behind..
Broken pieces, scattered over time...
I'm addicted to you
Your body and soul...