a little piece of somethingSkin as soft as the air onced breathed, A mood as fierce as the raging waves, An image of beauty that time has weaved, All of this I have tried to brave, Like mountains, tall, I have been climbing, Like rivers, wide, I have all crossed, Where I start I end up again, such are these shackles binding, Care not do I, nothings lost, I'd gladly do it all again, NOt out of joy, nor excitement, for those are never ending, Trust me, there has been made no bargain, Nor law that needs be bending, I'll do it just for you, my love, The one that I do love.a little piece of something
Imagination KillerCannot run. Cannot... Must not! Where to go. Scared... Frightened... Eyes closed; blind. Stiff... Screaming... A sound, where is it? More sounds. Bad sounds. Lost... Blood, mine? No, but whos? No sound. Good. Safe. Eyes open; can see now. Sweat... Cold... This floor was always cold. It was cold because of him. He did it. His fault. Safe. Silent. Alone... No one left... More screams... I don't want to hear. Ears covered. He see's me! Must get away!Imagination Killer
the aching pain I'm falling in an abyss...neverending...no sound...my screams ressonate against the walls of this deep dark cavern...the air claws at my face as I fall head first down this lonely chasm...there's no point struggling...I can't fly...I just have to wait...how long will it take...to reach the bottom...like a penny tossed in a well am I...will such water comfort me as it does that coin?...if only I were three sheets to the wind...no longer whould I care what lies before me on the bottom floor of this falling elevator...who needs to care...there's nothing to care about...death is a blessing...a forthcomingthe aching pain
Into Your ArmsI know that; Things change, And memories fade, And feelings die, And whiter with time, But baby, All those things aside I fell so very hard for youInto Your Arms
How far would i bend for you? I will bend until i break. It's like we're in a dream
But that's impossible Unless we're sleeping awake. That is what you do to me, You make my life surreal. You expand my horizens You make my wounds heal
Things change, And memories fade, And feelings die, And whiter with time, But baby, All those things aside I fell
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show me a black man and il show you a basketball.
^in no way a racial slur
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show me a black man and il show you a basketball.
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