all that i need is gone..
all that i long for will never come.
everthing that i worked for turns into dust.
i want them back.
if i can only be a minuteman..
so bad.
so dark
yet so stunning tragedy..
that explain everything..
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
dead.
and gone.
finally peace.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment