To America
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with