vanillatwiligh7: i was touching my face! with my left hand!!! it’s so creepy. i think my computer is reading my diary…or my cat…i haven’t decided yet.
Deep inside these burning buildings
Voices die to be heard
Years we spent teaching a lesson
We ourselves had never learned
And if strength is born from heartbreak
Then mountains I could move
And if walls could speak I’d pray
That they would tell me what to do
If you see me, please just walk on by, walk on by.
Forget my name and I’ll forget it too.
Failed attempts at living simple lives, simple lives
Are what keep me coming back to you.
No signs of life here, save the embers, the occasional flame,
We’d know the way but can’t remember, conception to the grave,
Shout confessions from the greatest heights, where no one can hear,
All my fears, my insecurities are falling like tears.
About me
How I view Life. :D
