The Design
Designing the fall of time
Repaying desire’s death
Reclaiming a place of mine
Returning to where I find
The pieces will never free
Disease will always only grow
My eyes will only ever see
A reflected, screwed reality
Deciding that we need to lose
Remembering the way it was
Looking at everything I choose
My poison’s handing you a noose
Bitterness will always win
Even when I want to smile
With you I will always sin
Without I will always die
The reasons for remembering
Reasons that never had to try
The reason you always makes me sing
Is the reason I will always cry
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2006
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