söndag 20 juni 2010

death.

 
 
so frightened of dying
relax yes i’m trying
but fears got a hold on me

i love the quiet of the night time
when the sun is drown in a deathly sea
i can feel my heart beating as i speed from
the sense of time catching up with me
the sky set out like a pathway
but who decides which road we take
as people drift into a dream world
i close my eyes as my hands shake and when i see a new day
who’s driving this anyway
i picture my own grave
cause fears got a hold on me.

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