17 Dec 2007

I've been trying on the devil's shoes and dammit they fit so well I suppose that's why I've been promised hell The hazy days are growing colder The night-life has begun to feed it's hunger of addictions, and confessions, and I'm sick to death of all of this We were promised SO MUCH MORE THAN THIS And now it seems that this is all we can afford to miss But all we ever planned for Was so much more And yet I'm stumbling over myself The words we had Meant so much more when we Were blind enough to have a dream Who could write the best goodbyes? A fond farewell to the comforting points of view...