Saturday, August 26, 2006

i follow the night...

i'm writing a song for you. it's all about my failure, it's all about your success, it's all about the part where i live in a box, and you live in the pent house on park ave.
when will love be through with me? Never I guess. Because, i always find a way to escape, and then I get sucked back in. i can't help the hopes i have. that perfect soul, to complete my shabby one.
i dread the day when dreaming ends. because then, i wouldn't be able to imagine you anymore. my imaginary chokehold. save me from it all.

'here they come'