Crowded streets are cleared away
One by one
Hollowed heros seperate
As they run
You're so cold
Keep your hand in mine
Wise men wonder while
Strong men die
Show me how it ends, its alright
Sow me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, lets give this another try
If you find your family dont you cry
In this land of make believe, dead and dry
You're so cold, but you feel alive
Lay your hands on me one last time
Show me how it ends, its alright
Sow me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, lets give this another try
Show me how it ends, its alright
Sow me how defenseless you really are
Satisfied and empty inside
That's alright, lets give this another try
Its alright x9
“...So do we pass the ghosts that haunt us later in our lives; they sit undramatically by the roadside like poor beggars, and we see them only from the corners of our eyes, if we see them at all. The idea that they have been waiting there for us rarely if ever crosses our minds. Yet they do wait, and when we have passed, they gather up their bundles of memory and fall in behind, treading in our footsteps and catching up, little by little.”--Stephen King
4-30-11 = Best Day of My Life
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