Friday, July 31, 2009

End.

Well you know that I'm cold.
Black on constellations gold.
And you know that you're sold.
Black top under lacing won't let it go.
It was all for you.
All for you and more.
She won't chase him anymore.
To the end,
Never leave.
Fall asleep on the first I face.
And they say,
Play the game.
You and me found love.
Lost under the shade.
Well you know I'm a ghost.
Pull the note out of my throat,
And leave me alone.
But it's all for you,
All for you and more.
He won't take her anymore.

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