It's not anything more or less,
Only the mess you created and left,
Left here shackled to the memories that won't pass,
Constant and vague shading itself in grays and blues,
Another sunset and yet it still feels like yesterday,
It always feels like yesterday,
Spun around into a mold of your eyes,
Bitter and cold i bight my tongue not to talk,
Not dream a word that would land in your ear,
And yet thats isn't the path that i saw myself walking,
Maybe i wasn't suppose to be walking on a path at all,
Theres no ending to the string of memories you left,
Cutting another peice off little by little,
Added on: 11/09/2007 19:38:19
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