The salty tears stain my cheecks
And burn my eyes like hell
This scene is always the same
She is turned away
Again by people who thought her fake
Your not depressed
They'd shout with fire and knives
Get off yourself, your just like us
Is that so
I never found to be like anyone
Always alone singing my memories
Of better things
And dreams
Impossible if you try
So what am I left with
The broken promise of a better tomorrow
Or the hand of a stranger
That is gentle and so fimilar
I will take up my fur
Call up to the lunar lady goddess
To change me like this
Let me run free
But dreams are only dreams
At least mine
 JaxChan7 · Tue Jun 21, 2005 @ 12:15pm · 2 Comments |
