Better Days, by LostSoul
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People say life's just a game
Then how come I'm dying
In every single way
I'm too far to be saved
I'm too close to be judged
I'm just too ordinary
Left with nothing to say
Tired of broken promises
I've been misled
To actually believe I'm someone
That could be left here for dead
But it's just a part of who I am
Songs that don't make sense
What else is there but no chance
When life is nothing without romance
A lonely soul aching to be saved
But too afraid to be loved
Life is my prison
And freedom is my cage
I long for a sweet lullaby
Not more goodbyes
I stare into the sky
And wish this world would let me fly
Someday you'll understand me
When I'm past all salvation
And an angel has been sent to bring me to my destination
Just wishful thinking
Of better days
There's nothing you can do
When haunting memories
Takes hold of you |
Posted: 2009-08-08 09:54:12 UTC |
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