In the choas we new order in nights we new the emptyness
of a once filled apartment.
The laughter ,The seldom thought voice in a queit storm.
Bare now are the walls I cant recall.
Like a ghost that huants us in a dream it's faded into
just another day of a endless moment's.
And in anothers hands maybe you'll grow like vision.
Instead of reamaning as my soul and cold dead earth.
Maybe it's a scene none can recall.
Or maybe there just to scared to see themselves in failures grasp.
Maybe I should have never closed that door.
Light chases life into the corners of my empty room
Bare as my words some doors should never be opened again.