terça-feira, 14 de junho de 2011

This is when my story ends...

The screams tear me apart as I fight for what used to be here.
You once cared enough to smile, you once made me laugh.
What have i done now?
How can you still make me cry?
I thought this part was over, but only now it started.
I thought I knew what to do next, but these lights are blinding me.
What if i forgot how to breath? Would you help me or just watch me die?
Once more I try to run back, figure out what to do next, but its too late now as I learn how to fly...