stolen
However you may feel yourself,however you may act,somewhere far ahead You are shadowing instead instant moods are transferred to a scream tears connecting to all the same strings I hold out my hands for the opportunity to hold it to my grasp It rejects my tries and snaps like a bundle of asps. As much as it would be likely to get a good connection My heart thrashes and sends straight for rejection. As much as you feel like your just yourself,feelings that no ones ever dared to feel As much as you'd hope for all that to be real facing facts of the identity that you called your own someone else took it with a heart no lighter then a stone. Hoping that you could just hate it,and hope for the best real life sends a message of the most horrible test I'm up for it and I'll make it my own you can't steal my identity SO GO BACK HOME
Pain-Killer 4 Dead Angels · Thu Apr 26, 2007 @ 01:39am · 0 Comments |