These days are old and far too long- her laughter echoes through the corners and doors left haunting my mind- your kiss the moist breath blinds me- so still, lying here I don't want to cry - nothing left to pick me up- death seems so peaceful- nothing to fear-nothing anymore yet I feel like a drifting zombie-starved and left dead along the grown over trail- the sun casts a shadow- a stale dry smell- the face and heart putrified-in my pocket all of her letters grasped tightly in my fermenting hand- my eyes dried shut taking the last breath-looking up to feel free like the dark gray sky- falling down and wish you were not there-and-why don't my dreams come back to me?-Over and over again-in the distance, not far from my body, invisible she is to me. What this all used to mean to me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
