Friday, June 29, 2007 The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight;Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time. I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts; I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out. I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing; With a broken heart that's still beating. In the pain there is healing; In your name I find meaning. The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head; I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead. I still see your reflection inside of my eyes; That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life. I'm barely holding on to you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I still miss her I admit. Last paper tomorrow! |
he thought he was superman; |
aoi's design from SCRATCH 2004
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