Saturday, April 25, 2009

Gone Away

Far, my wings try to fly
he is far
On the other side of the world

Feeling like in a prison
Screaming, no one hears it
No one heard it

Spitting blood to an unfaithfull cross
My wings are plucking away
Turning from a peacefully white
To a dark black
Like a dark night

I smell the roses
I walk on thorns
My broken soul will never mend
Will never heal
It's smitten to death, to pain
By hell

We been hurt
We been separeted
We'll be back
To fight
Against those who try to break us apart

Scratching flesh to show the hurting in my heart
The demonds push me around
Play with us
They laugh
Till I tear down

They made us jump the cliff
In which we met
Where you washed my sins out

They never forgave me
They always crushed him
They blamed me, because I had the reason

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