there's more to your
scars than the blame
the weight of your cross
is stranger to the
weight of your chains
i did not tell myself that..
..you did
there's more to your
everyday than the pain
'cause today is
tommorows yesterday
things change and
dont remain
i did not tell myself that..
..you did
there's more to your
eyes than that stare
pierced through my reality
and my life flashed
before you in that glare
i did not show myself that..
..you did
there's gotta be more
to this falling than
being caught by you
i think i am seeing my heart
beat my head in that queu
spinning sublimely around
one sweet betrayal or
were all you messages true
i cant find the pages
where i wrote those
and i did not tell myself that but
...did you?
beautiful!