domingo, 15 de abril de 2007

Dry Out
.
It all started to fall that day,
the day you were supoused to be there with me,
the day I waited for you
and cried for you but you never came.
All my friends were sorry for me.
They knew you wouldn't show
but I believed
I trusted
I grieved.
It all started to fall that day,
the day I realized that you didn't give a damn
about how I felt,
the day you decided to show me that
I didn't mean a thing in your life.
All my friends were sorry for me.
They always told me you were
the King of Emptiness.
Never to fulfill,
Always to dry out.



Me.

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