fredag 8 maj 2009

I believe this to be true, nothing sacred, nothing new
no one tells you when its time, there are no warnings, only signs
before you know it you're alone, you're not a child anymore, but you're still scared
all your mountains turn to rocks, all your oceans turn to drops, they are nothing like you thought, can't be something your not
life is not a looking glass, don't get tangled in your past
like I am learning not to

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