viernes, 7 de agosto de 2009




Your hair reminds me of a time when were we once were
Your fingernails that marked my back now rot
in earth
The sheets we slept in blew away, and now the storm

is over The taste of you inside my mouth remains, but
still I'm hearing
,There's no love, everybody's crying
There's no truth, everyone's misguided
And now the end is here
There's no more pills to
swallow
the bitter taste I feel, won't lead me to
tomorrow.

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