October 11, 2013

• I stand on the shards of broken dreams
  Where nothing is ever as it seems
  BELIEVE... I cannot begin to trust
  Your heart your words... though I MUST
  Yet I cannot erase what I would do
  For the one who is my love that's true
  It would make me lesser, make me weak
  If I did not try to climb the highest peak
  But I find myself wishing late at night
  That I never had the choice to fight
  If you offered me a day for a day
  I'm not certain I wouldn't wish myself away
  But what pains me is never really you, friend
  Its just the mind killer, in the end

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