quinta-feira, 26 de abril de 2012

Misery


Come and take me from this madness
come and erase all my memories
drown all these years of sadness
that no one is able to see
in my eyes tired of watching
success and happiness pass by
while I am still and ageing
with no more tears left to cry.
Fire doesn't seem to burn anymore
my skin is an empty dark shell
that harbors a ghost you knew before
hardly but also all too well...
And if I live a full life
it'll be filled with sorrow
and on the edge of a knife
because there is no tomorrow
And if my life ends soon it's okay
I am nothing but a shadow you see
I have no more clever words to say
my life is at it's best misery...

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