...and
I went to bed
without a thought
of what you never said...
Your life is a ship in a bottle
...and...
I'm trying to shake it...
Trying to move the waves
in your heart,
turning it back
to what you once said...
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Its like wading through a wasteland where a town you love once stood You just cry each time you think of when times were good
