Under Fictitious Skies, by Loneliness is condescending
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Your frantic mind is casting off the sleep
Trying to resonate the feeling that were still alive
Alone and hidden in your past where you decide to hid our
keep
Denied the chance to share one life
The days of sun filled innocence passed of by all ages
To form the picture of that crumpled car
Turing our time into pointless phase
Your empty words have gone to far
Our dreams were memories of their own
Were did the free sprit and happiness go
In its place animosity and geed has grown
I'll make a point to tell you no
Looking back your seeing only wasted years
Stories of the pain you caused begin to unfold
The silence is growing in your fears
You are hiding your betrayal leaving it untold
We'll blanket the strife with joy
Living your secret agendas and hidden affairs
Powdered cheeks and swaying hips looking for a boy
Greedy glossy eyes looking from here to there
Gathering your growing lies, flee for home
The mere utterance of your graces seems so new
Broken homes and laughing eyes that were never known
The pain has come and gone with nothing left to do
Hope for us is nowhere to be found
It's time that we go back
The paths to take abound
Where to go I am losing track
The life seems only a faltering dream
Running for escape, opening the door
Lost within the dark eclipse it would seem
I'm among forsaken souls galore
The pain is sleeping deep within waiting for it all
Sanity is slipping onto me I want to wish it away
Cling to my irrational thoughts making out a call
The coming of my ending days
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:37:14 UTC |
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