individualidades

quarta-feira, julho 08, 2009

fractured life

It's people scattered on the floor,
Cool war kids are running out of time,
It's such a shame to see,
It's such a shame to feel this way,
The sun comes streaming throught the clouds,
Dust and dirt are settled all around,
But, I hear the same old words,
I see the same old warning scars,
We're out of luck this time,
We've fallen apart,
We're out of luck this time,

Tears are rolling down my face,
Feeds the fear that's running through the stream,
And oh I just wanna feel,
But I don't wanna feel this way,

(But I do!)

No more running away

Ana